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d3vilcvntz · 5 months

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PLSS WRITE MORE LEON 🙏🙏 that’s all im requesting but if you could make something rough w/older leon and younger reader??

leon s kennedy x top male reader

a/n : reader is around 24 and leon is 34 (10 years age gap). leon is afab again (obsessed with afab leon mb), reader's gender isn't really specified but written to have a dick

you've always looked up to him, he's the reason why you wanted to became a cop in the first place. something about him, attracts you. thankfully, your parents is quite powerful so you got yourself in the same place as him. working with him is your dream ever since he saved you when you were a teen. he might not remember you, but he's been on your mind since then

you were lucky enough to finally get him as your partner later on. all the sweat and tears were all worth it because now you're finally assigned together. actually working by his side feels so unreal for you. after months of being together and you basically flirting with him all the time, it finally happened.

you both were drunk and one thing lead to others. you confessed to him and he accepted, though he did hesitate at first because of your age gaps but still, it very much surprised you that he actually have feelings for you since you entered the agency but never really have the courage to say it to your face. he never really have time for relationships as he was always busy with works, but you were glad that he's willing to be in one with you.

it's your anniversary today, it has been 2 years since you've been together with him and everything went smooth. though, you did ended up arguing with him a few days ago.

it was over some stupid stuff. he keep saying things about how being with someone's old like him isn't really ideal and you should find someone your age. he even suggested for you to see other people that will suit you better, which breaks your heart a little because how can he suggested something like that when he knows that you love him very much :( don't he understand that you only wanted him and he's the only one that's perfect for you ?

but, you do understand his worries, he think too much about what others said. 10 years is a lot to others, but to you? you don't really care, he can be 50 and you'll still love him nonetheless.

and tonight, is the time you'll show him, how much you love him.

you prepared the room with flower petals on the floor, lightly scented candle on top of the bedside table, and a towel laid in the middle of the bed. now you're just waiting for him to come home, sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with your phone

he came home a few minutes later, with flowers in his hands, surprised by your preparations, he gave you a big smile "happy anniversary" he said, passing you the flowers "i..apologise for what i said before. i wasn't thinking right and i know that i hurt your feelings that time" he said, putting his hand on your face "it's okay, i am not mad about it anymore. it's our anniversary, so let's enjoy it to the fullest" you responded, putting your hand on top of his

the flowers he gave you are truly beautiful, but not as beautiful as him, laying on the bed. legs spread, face flushed. you specifically told him to wear a special made lingerie for him. it suits him perfectly, the white laces looks really good on him.

pushing the panties aside to take a look at his pretty pussy. playing with his clit and spreading his hole. it's so wet that you're sure you don't even need the lube. blowing air on it to make him shivered. "hurry" he demanded. he's so cute when he act like this , but you can't give in tonight. you thought of something that you've always wanted to try. suddenly raising your hand and

plap !

the sounds of his wet pussy meets your hand. his eyes were wide, mouth opened, feeling shocked of your sudden moves. you didn't say anything though, just flashed him your usual smile

plap !

"w-wait! stop" he said, trying to push your hands away "hmm you sure? looks like you're enjoying this" you teased him again, putting your fingers in his hole, your fingers sliding in so easily from how wet he is. sweet moans leaving his pretty lips. as he was enjoying it, you pulled your fingers out, which caught him off guard. as he was about to say something, you raise your hand again

plap !

you spank his pussy again "what...? what was that for?" he asked, confused and aroused at the same time. face flushed from embarrassment, he never felt like this before. he had no idea why you're doing this all of the sudden, like you're treating him more rougher than you ever did before. he's not used to this but, he doesn't hate it ♡

you didn't answer, instead, you land another spank on his pussy making him shuddered. he tried to struggle to get away from you but your grip is just too strong !

plap !

again

plap !

and again

plap !

as you spanked his pussy for the last time, he squirted all over your palm. you were shocked to see how he became just from being spanked on his pussy, guess he's really enjoying this.

tears are forming in his eyes, looking up at you. you just flashed him a smile before sitting right above his face, pulling out your dick from your underwear.

"suck" you told him. he was hesitant but did as he told. as he was going down on you, you pushed his head, forcing your cock to the back of his throat.

he was struggling to breath, hands gripping your thighs. you pull out, just to push it all in again. you were using him like a toy.

it felt too good for him, the way your cock reaches all the way to the back of his throat made his mind all blank, all he can think of is your cock ♡ the more you thrusts, the more he feels like he couldn't breath but, don't ever stop, because he's very much enjoying this.

you came deep inside his throat, making him swallowed it all. he knew that you weren't done with him as you grabbed the lube that you specifically put on the bedside and pour it all over your hand. "let's try something new" you said, moving his hair out of his face

before he even had the time to respond to what you just said, you push a finger in his asshole, the excessive amounts of lube making it quite easy to slide in. "feels weird" he whimpered, you shush him, playing with his clit to distract him from this unfamiliar feelings. slowly, you keep adding fingers until you feel like he's stretched enough

you positioned your dick right in his asshole. "w-wait" you slowly pushed your dick inside him, stretching him out. he's still quite tight despite all the stretching you did earlier. his hands gripping the sheets. you kiss him and played with his clit to ease him.

you finally pushed your cock all in, his pussy's juice dripping all over your hand. you started thrusting slowly but becoming rougher and faster as he eventually get used to it

you fingered his pussy as you thrust your dick inside of his asshole. his moans filling up the room "im close" he said, hands gripping your shoulders

you pushed his legs further to his chest, thrusting your dick deep inside him. your thrusts becaming sloppier now that you're close. you came inside him after a few more thrusts and he squirted all over himself right after. he's so easy to squirt <3 you're glad that you laid the towel down on the bed before or you'll have to do extra cleaning later on.

you pulled out and laid beside him, his head on your chest

"what was that all about ?"

he asked, his fingers drawing circle on your chest

"proving my love to you"

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nayomi247 · 2 months

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I cant believe like... no one in the fandom has done a post like this yet that I can find?? It seems like a staple, and Im sending it here cause your wonderful and need more requests mwuah (´ з `)

What do you think would be some of the Hazbin Crew's ideal s/o? Like, what would attract them/get their attention initially, what they would need in a longtime partner, that type of thing! I would LOVE if you did Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox (my BOYS *sobs*) but feel free to do anyone and everyone you want to!

Their Ideal S/O

A/N: Thank you for this lovely request mwah😙 Also I sprinkled in other hcs to that I thought of while writing this

Pairing: Lucifer/Reader, Alastor/Reader, & Vox/Reader

Work under the cut🤞🏻

I feel like this man would love a clingy lover. Please always hold his hand. Sit on his lap while he does his work. Cuddle him to sleep at night. He LOVES physical touch.

Lucifer:

He'd also want a person he can spoil. He wants you to know he cares. He shows this by gift giving; (another one of his love languages) anything in his power is yours for the asking, you just name it!

As for looks, he wouldn't really care about those. He loves you for who you are.... THOUGH, if you were tall, he'd like to be topped by you. Or if you were short, he would tease you for that and act all proud bc he's taller than someone.

The thing that initially attracted him though was your smile. He always adored it. Just seeing you laugh and be happy always made his heart flutter.

He wants someone who can take care of him. He's a very needy man and is almost like a toddler to some degree. Of course he could do this stuff himself, but it makes him feel better knowing that you're willing to do it for him.

If you're gonna be with him, you have to be nice to Charlie. That's non negotiable. He doesn't want to put you in a spot where you feel like you have to parent her, of course not. All he wants is for his 2 favorite people to get along.

He needs someone who's willing to commit to the relationship as much as he is. He's still a bit hurt from Lilith, and he's trusting you to not break his heart like she did. He would be crushed.

Alastor:

He isn't one to like physical touch very much. Maybe a peck on the cheek here, holding hands a bit there, but other than that he doesn't want to be touched. Don't get me wrong, he loves you a lot! But he's not really the.. touchy type.

I see him more as lover that would like words of affirmation or quality time. Just your presence alone is enough for him. Though if he's with a clingy partner, he'll probably get them a plushy or something of the sort to hug and cuddle when he's in his 'no touch mood'.

He'd like if if you could cook. You could help him prepare jambalaya and other dishes his mom showed him to make. It'd be a great bonding experience.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't care much for looks. As long as you're willing to commit to him as he does for you, then it doesn't matter to him what you look like.

To be completely honest, he doesn't know exactly why he loves you or even fell for you in the first place. But he does, and did. Who is he to question that?

Vox:

This man is also a big physical touch lover. He always has his hand on your thigh, holding your hand, or just touching any place he can.

Please let him spoil you. You'd always have the latest phone and other tech like that. If you want something, he'd be glad to give it to you.

He wants someone that's loyal to him and only him. If he sees anyone else trying to flirt with you (*cough cough* val) he'd go absolutely insane. You are his.

If you could cook, he'd always love to eat your meals, breakfast lunch and dinner. Would 100% brag to the other Vees when he has lunch.

He'd prefer it if you're good with tech. He wants to be able to brainstorm ideas with you and show off his latest inventions. Also it would make it 10x easier to clean his system if you were the one to do it.

He cares more about looks than the other 2, but it's not a deal breaker for him. He'd like it if you were good looking (You're beautiful no matter what though ofc) but it's not a need. Regardless, he'd still call you beautiful and his pretty thing

He fell for you because of your of your personality. The way you walk about and present yourself. You take bullshit from anyone, you know your worth. Much as he does. You're like him, you both understand each other. That's why he sought out your love.

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I'm sorry if this exactly what you hoped it would be, I know I added a few random things but I hope you like it regardless :]

Once again thank you for the ask<3

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dreamescapeswriting · 1 year

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Heart On Your Sleeve ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 2k

PAIRING: JIsung x Fem!Reader

GENRE: non!idol AU, breaking up and getting back together, friendly breakup, angst with a soft ending, established relationships, falling back in love with each other

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Things between Jisung and you had ended rather amicably if you remembered correctly. There was no large screaming match that ended up with you two saying nasty things to one another, nor was there any kind of bickering behind one another back. Things had just fizzled out and you were no longer a couple and more like friends...Something ex-partners would say a lot but was never actually true but for you and Jisung it appeared to be the truth.

The two of you held no grudges against one another, in fact, you were still rather friendly with one another whenever you saw each other. You put that down to the fact that you had a lot of the same friends in the same social circle and neither of you wanted to put a strain on that.

It had been about four months since you and Jisung had called it quits on things and while you missed him and still loved him you weren't going to be the one to force him into staying with you if he really didn't want to. The whole breakup only happened because he wasn't sure if he loved you the same way anymore and he just needed some "space" to think about some things and to see everything in a different light. The two of you had been together for five years before that and you'd relied on him for a lot of things in your life, things you hadn't realised until he was gone. The simple task of falling asleep seemed impossible now that he wasn't by your side and even eating was difficult when you couldn't do it without him being there. You'd gotten so used to him being there with you, that you suddenly felt weird to do things alone.

"What's going on?" Jisung questioned Chan as he walked into the canteen to see you were being hugged by Felix and Seungmin. It appeared as though you were snuggled into Felix's chest while Seungmin held you from behind and Jisung couldn't be sure but he thought you might have been crying. Which was completely out of character for you, you tried your best to hide everything you were feeling as you weren't the type to wear your heart on your sleeve.

"Not sure, I think Felix mentioned something about her being stood up," Chan explained as he shrugged his shoulders, all he knew was that you were trying to go out more and put yourself out there now that things with Jisung were clearly over between you both. But Jisung frowned at the mention of being "stood up". He had no idea you were even actively looking for someone to date never mind being stood up on. Who in their right mind would stand you up though? The mere idea of it was starting to piss him off, you were the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and they had just decided to ignore you and ghost you?! What was wrong with them?!

"Who would do that to her? Yn is...Yn is incredible," He breathed out, his heart thumping rapidly against his chest as his blood began to boil at the thought of someone hurting you. The clutch on his laptop began to tighten so much that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"Yeah, she is. Glad you see that now." Chan grumbled harshly at Jisung who simply frowned at the older man, what the hell did that even mean? Chan had been the one to agree that some time apart for the two of you would probably do you both the world of good.

"I thought you said it was a good idea to take a break from one another..." Jisung stared at Chan who was already shaking his head at Jisung. A break was his suggestion but he had only meant for a few days maybe a week since the two of you were constantly around one another and he could see the strain it was putting on you both.

"I meant a couple of days, maybe a week at a push Jisung. Not four months," Chan shook his head. When you and Jisung were together there was no getting the two of you apart, you woke up together and spent every single second of the day together before going back to bed in one another's arms. While it was sweet sometimes it was also unhealthy with just how much you had grown to rely on one another. Chan wanted you both to take some time and discover yourselves before you got too lost in each other.

"Does it bother you to see her so hurt?" Chan questioned when he noticed that Jisung was continuing to stare in your direction looking more and more pissed off with each passing second.

"Yes. She's a friend-" Chan cut him off before he could finish that sentence. Anyone could see that he still had feelings for you, it was an insult for Jisung to call you a "friend" when it was obvious where his heart truly lay with you.

"She's the love of your life, don't insult her by calling her a friend," Chan ordered as he put his tray down on a random table and shook his head. It was about time someone talked some sense back into Jisung, even if it was too late for him to make it up to you he still needed to hear the truth about everything.

"We both agreed to be friends," Jisung mumbled a little as he bit down on the edge of his tongue. Even he had to admit that hearing those words hurt him to say and it tasted like poison in his mouth.

"No, you agreed to be friends. She agreed so that she wouldn't lose you." A frown began to grow on Jisung's face. He'd told you about wanting to be friends and you'd seemed completely fine with it. Jisung thought you would have come to him if it wasn't something you wanted.

"How would you even know this?" He scoffed, shaking his head at Chan. There was no way you would hide something like that from Jisung, not when the two of you had always shared everything.

"Because we were there every day for the last four months picking up each piece of her broken heart." The world seemed to stop spinning when he heard this but Jisung shook his head at Chan. Everything must have been okay for you now if you were clearly happy enough to try and go on dates with other people. The thought of that made Jisung's blood boil though, no one was good enough for you, you deserved the universe and more and he knew that no one on dating apps would ever be good enough for you.

"She's clearly fine if she was trying to go on a date," Jisung said trying to shrug it off as though it wasn't a big deal, as if the thought of you trying to date wasn't ripping him apart on the inside.

"Because we were forcing her to go out and enjoy herself. To at least attempt to move on since you were having such an easy time during your time away from her," Chan spoke harshly once again but he didn't care. If it wasn't for Jisung having such a nice time on his time apart from you, you wouldn't be so hurt about everything.

"So now, this is my fault? I'm not the one that stood her up on the date." Jisung was doing his best to switch the subject back to what they were originally talking about and Chan shook his head.

"No, but you're the reason she can't sleep at night and why she has to sleep beside Felix most of the time."

"What?" Jisung's mouth ran dry at the thought of it. It had been a couple of months since Felix moved out of the shared accommodation and he just assumed the younger boy had moved in with a partner or had moved closer to work. He never would have imagined he'd moved in with you.

"You think Felix moved into a different dorm for the fun of it? Yn can't sleep because she's so used to falling asleep next to you, to waking up next to you. She'd gotten used to hearing your breathing as she drifted off to sleep that when you were suddenly gone she felt abandoned and empty." Jisung's throat ran dry at the thought of it and he stared over at you as you sniffled and Seungmin wiped your eyes. You said something to him but from this far away Jisung could neither hear what you were saying nor could he read your lips.

"Why didn't she just say no to the break?" Jisung stuttered a little, his voice cracking at the thought of you being so hurt and all because of him.

"Because she wants to make you happy. She'll do anything to make you happy," Chan spoke slowly, picking up his tray and shaking his head at Jisung who was staring at you with a deep frown on his head.

"Even if it makes her sad?"

"Even if it breaks her apart." Was the last thing Chan said before leaving and making his way over to you, leaving Jisung alone with his thoughts.

"I'm fine," You grumbled when you heard your bedroom door open and shut, you assumed it was Felix coming into the room to check on you. Even when a mug of hot chocolate and a brownie were placed down on the bedside table that you were staring down at,

"You still wear my hoodie when you cry?" Jisung questioned as he slid into the bed behind you, turning you around so that your head was now resting on his chest. Your whole body went tense as soon as you felt him so close to you, there was a time in your life when this action would relax you but it only seemed to make your mood sour.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly, wiping your eyes on your sleeves and sitting up so that you were sitting crossed-legged in front of him. Shutting your body language off to time and staring down at the hot chocolate, it was clear Felix had been making it for you and Jisung had intercepted.

"I want to comfort my girl..." Your heart fluttered at the mention of it but you refused to let yourself give in to it. This was probably just him trying to make you feel better after what he'd no doubt heard about you.

"I thought I wasn't your girl anymore," You sniffled a little about to wipe your cheeks when Jisung's hand beat you to it and he smiled weakly. The second your cheeks were wiped free of tears he wrapped his arm around your waist and dragged you closer to him.

"You're always my girl." You stared at him as you slowly licked your bottom lip and shook your head.

"You left." You reminded him dryly as he nodded his head, taking your hand in his and linking your fingers together. There was going to be a long time until you took him back fully but he was going to be here every day until you decided to forgive him.

"I'm back." He shrugged his shoulders but you still weren't convinced about all of it, how could he just come back and expect things to go back to normal?

"Until you're bored." You grumbled looking away from him but he took your face into his hands and turned you back to face him. His eyes softened as he stared back at you, smiling weakly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I'm back, until the day I die." Your heart skipped as you waited for him to move, or say something but when he didn't you threw your arms around him and kissed him desperately. It had been far too long until you'd gotten to hold him and you wanted to feel his lips on yours again,

"I missed you." You sniffled as you snugged against him, his arms wrapping protectively around you.

"I missed you too, I'm so fucking sorry baby." He repeated over and over again as the two of you laid together, just enjoying being close to one another.

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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I have no idea if the bingo card is finished yet or not (last i checked there were a few left!!)

but "What did you just say?" with Jason <3 idk it sounds...angst in a way and while I value my heart i do like a good "gasp??" read.

mwah mwah mwah <3

I said I was going to take a break tonight. I wrote this in an hour. I am a liar to myself.

He flinched when the hand landed on his shoulder. Jason Todd, the scourge of the underworld and solid wall of muscle, flinched at the touch of his partner. He shrugged you off and moved to the other side of the room so he could start stripping off his weapons and placing them in their respective cases. He’d be damned if he left a knife or gun somewhere you couldn’t see and you accidentally injured yourself.

Fuck. He was just a walking red flag for you. His very presence was a danger to your life. How many times had someone come close to you because you were Jason Todd’s partner? He could only dread the amount of people that would follow if they knew he was the Red Hood.

“What’s going on, Jase?” you asked quietly. You didn’t try to come any closer and instead you sat down on the end of the bed and watched as he went through the post-patrol motions.

“Nothing.” His voice was gruff and low as usual, but you could sense something under the veneer of ice and metal that coated that one single word. Your eyes narrowed and you repeated yourself, slower and with more intention.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours, Jay?”

“I said nothing so stop fucking pushing,” he snapped. He slammed the lid of his gun safe a little harder than normal and he winced. He was glad his back was turned to you because he didn’t want to see the look on your face. Hell, he didn’t want you to see the look on his face. He was doing this to protect you. To keep you out of this life and away from the blood that he could never clean out from under his nails.

“No.”

The word was crisp and it cut through the silence that enveloped the apartment. Jason’s hands hovered over his thigh holsters and then his shoulders tightened. He turned around to face you, all six feet and three inches of pure muscle looming over you like a warning. His lips curled up into a sneer before he spat out his next sentence.

“What did you just say?” Venom laced his mouth and spat out into every word, coating his tongue with hatred and rage. For a brief, vicious moment, he relished in the way your nose twitched and your brows sank for just a moment, but then the venom turned to the burning acid of bile in his throat at the realization that he was hurting you from his words. He didn’t even need to use his fists.

You composed yourself and he blanched for a moment when he saw the way your hands curled up into the sleeves of his hoodie that hung off of your body. You looked so small in that moment even though he knew your personality could capture an entire room.

“I said no. I said no because you don’t get to tell me to not push. Because I know what you’re doing.”

That little hitch in your voice was nearly enough to bring him to his knees but he just glanced away and crossed his arms over his chest, as if they would defend his heart from you. As if you didn’t already hold his heart in the gentle cup of your hands.

“And if this is how you want it to go, Jason Peter Todd, then so be. So fucking be it.” Rage sparked in your eyes and he flinched just barely under the shaking tone of your voice that reeked of barely suppressed anger. “But I’m not going to sit here and let you self-destruct our life because you think that by pushing me away that you’re doing me a favor. You can take that notion right out of your head because I’m not leaving even when you’re being the biggest dick alive.”

You stood up now and your pointer finger jabbed into his chest. He could barely feel it through his body armor, but the pressure grounded him. Tears shone in your eyes and his face fell. God, you were always so good at reading him. He should have known you would catch on within seconds.

“My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you,” you whispered. Your jabbing finger turned into a delicate, open palm pressed against his covered heart. He dropped his head onto your shoulder and let out a long, shuddering breath.

“I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again,” he announced to his traitorous mind. He sank to his knees and pressed his forehead against your stomach. You cradled him to you, your fingers running through his sweat-soaked hair.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I know you are. I know you’ll do this again.” He had these moments after particularly violent nights. All brute strength and barbed words in the hopes that you would leave him because he knew that he was strong enough to go head to head with metahumans, but he would never be strong enough to walk out on you.

“You should leave me,” he voiced his thoughts.

“Shhh.” Your nails scratched across his scalp and he pressed himself closer to you. What a sight he made. A man kneeling in penance at the altar of his deity. He could offer nothing but his broken vessel, but you always accepted it and filled it with love, even when it leaked out and spilled onto the floor.

His fingers clutched at your hips and you laid a gentle hand on the back of his neck, your skin soft against his armor. He should pull away. He shouldn’t let his gear touch you. Taint you.

“Stop thinking,” you ordered. “Whatever you’re thinking, just let it pass. Focus on me.”

This would happen again. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow he would wake up before you and make your favorite breakfast, not as an apology but as a thanks. He would lay on the couch with his head in your lap as you read aloud whatever you were currently reading. He would kiss you with the sweetness you deserve and love you with the heart he should have.

But when he came home with that look in his eyes in a month or maybe even in a year, and he got ready to push you away, you would simply sit on the edge of the bed and bring a grown man to his knees.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood angst #honey's 3k celebration

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literallylexa · 4 months

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DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

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You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

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Ride This Out - Vash x Reader (Chapter 2)

Summary: "His expression would be unreadable to most who don’t know him. He seems neutral, neither pleased nor displeased. You know him better than that, though. The corners of his lips twitch downward. His eyes are more narrow than normal. His breathing is deep and controlled– too controlled. His silence speaks volumes, more than words could."

A/N: Second chapter is out! Sorry it took a minute, it's been a busy week for me! Chapter 1 AO3

Chapter Tags: Established relationship, arguing, panic attack, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 5.9k

It doesn’t take long for your group to locate the child’s mother. She is sobbing, clutching the boy to her chest as she profusely thanks the three of you. She had been taken as a hostage in the town square, while her son had slipped off to try and find a place to hide. The boy, now feeling much more secure, begins excitedly recounting all the details of your meeting.

“Mommy! She came out of nowhere, and cut the bad guy!”

You keep a pleasant, but strained, smile on your face throughout his mostly accurate version of events, all the while feeling tension emanating off your partner in waves after hearing how everything happened. After bidding the small family farewell, the three of you begin the walk to the inn, an oppressive silence in the air. You can’t decide which you hate more: the thought of a longer silence or the inevitable conversation to come.

Wolfwood, observant as ever, gives you two some space once you arrive at the inn.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, but I’m gonna run some errands,” he breaks the silence, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “See you kids later,” he finishes good-naturedly, waving goodbye and turning on his heels.

You sigh, watching him leave. It isn’t long before you feel a hand take yours, fingers lacing together. You turn to face your partner, but he’s already opening the door to the main entrance of the quaint inn. He guides you both inside, offering a practiced smile to the elderly innkeeper that greets you with a raspy voice.

The walk to your shared room stretches for what feels like an eternity. Your head is throbbing, both from your injury and from the preemptive stress you’re feeling.

From experience, you know that Vash is quite introspective when it comes to more serious matters of the heart. When you’d explained this to Meryl once in the past, she was quite surprised, given his typical carefree attitude.

He likes to take the time to quietly organize his thoughts before diving into important conversations with you. You both appreciate it and loathe it, because it’s currently causing you to lethally overthink everything.

After unlocking the old wooden door to your room, he releases your hand and immediately begins rummaging through both of your belongings, and you know he’s looking for the first aid kit. You shift your weight from one leg to another, twisting your fingers as you observe him from your spot by the door.

You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him as quiet as he’s been the past hour. You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself to be an excessively anxious person, but right now your nerves are off the charts.

“I can take care of it,” you finally offer, sick of fidgeting awkwardly near the entryway of the room. You end his search by grabbing the first aid supplies from their place in your bag yourself, not meeting his eyes. You walk over to the mirror, wincing at your reflection.

A small wound from the impact of the gun’s grip sits a few inches from your temple, bruises already starting to bloom around it. Dried blood is caked onto your skin, surrounding the immediate area of the injury. Overall, you know that it looks a lot worse than it actually is. You may have a mild concussion, but even that hasn’t caused many issues other than a headache that has already begun improving. Various bruises and scrapes scattered on your body are the worst of your other injuries. You are very lucky.

You are drawn out of your thoughts by Vash’s voice. “No, it’s okay. Sit down over here,” he instructs with a somewhat clipped tone. He’s holding a dampened rag he quickly grabbed from the bathroom while you’d inspected yourself.

You hesitate, chewing your lip, but ultimately relent. You turn away from the mirror and trudge to the spot on the bed he’d gestured to, feet feeling like they’re made of lead. You sit down across from Vash and hand him the first aid kit.

He takes the supplies and gets started right away, lifting the rag to your temple. He dabs gingerly at your head, and you glance at him, trying to gauge his thoughts.

His expression would be unreadable to most who don’t know him. He seems neutral, neither pleased nor displeased. You know him better than that, though.

The corners of his lips twitch downward. His eyes are more narrow than normal. His breathing is deep and controlled–too controlled. His silence speaks volumes, more than words could. He isn’t happy, though you know he isn’t angry at you directly.

Several minutes of tense silence follow your observations, the only noises in the room being the ambient noises from his tending to the wound on your head. Even though he’s upset, his touch is featherlight on your skin, not wanting to exacerbate your pain in the slightest.

Finally, he closes the first aid kit with a sigh, seemingly finished with his work. His troubled eyes meet your own as he speaks. “Can we talk about what happened?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, going silent to give him an opportunity to begin.

He gazes at you a moment longer, then starts the conversation rather simply. “I just wish you had done what I asked you to do.”

“Well, usually I would have. This time, though, that would have meant leaving that child to fend for himself,” you try, hoping he can understand your reasoning. “It’s not like I wanted this to happen.”

“He would have been okay. Wolfwood and I had already taken care of things by the time this was happening.”

You raise an eyebrow, not able to stop yourself. “If you’d ‘taken care of things,’ then there wouldn’t have been several men outside of the tavern chasing down a child.”

He inhales deeply. “My point is that I would have gotten to him and helped him.” There’s a hint of frustration seeping into his tone.

“How was I supposed to know what was happening in town? I was completely alone. I had no idea what was going on,” you argue, irritation lacing your words as well.

A sigh escapes his lips, his brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know… I guess I just wish you would’ve trusted me.”

His statement gives you pause, confusion riddling your features. “You know I trust you more than anyone. Trust has nothing to do with this.”

He shakes his head. “I think it has everything to do with it. It’s having trust that I’ve got everything covered, that you don’t need to intervene,” he counters. “The last thing I want is you voluntarily getting yourself into a dangerous situation.”

“Vash, it’s not like that! I need you to understand my position!” You argue, standing up from the bed. “They had this kid at gunpoint! I’m not taking any chances on that. I had no choice. It would have been wrong to stand by and let it happen.”

“I need you to understand my position!” He gets up, moving to stand in front of you. “Mayfly, you don’t have experience fighting! You don’t have any way to really protect yourself. The thought of you going against armed, dangerous people makes me terrified.”

Your heart aches, hearing equal parts fear and exasperation in his voice. You understand his thoughts, and are even willing to acknowledge that you acted somewhat impulsively. However, if you could go back to that moment, you wouldn’t change how you handled it.

“Vash, you aren’t being fair right now. If you’re terrified at the thought of me being in that situation, imagine being a defenseless child at their mercy,” you point out frustratedly. “I know all too well that I don’t know how to fight. But I think I did fine for being a helpless damsel,” you add, not able to keep the bitterness out of your tone.

He shakes his head, exhaling as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think of you like that. You know I don’t.” He pauses, dropping his hand from his face, then looks at you. “Okay. Let’s walk through this. You were able to immobilize the one that you saw. But you didn’t disarm him. You also didn’t notice the other guy just around the corner. What was your plan? Just figure it out as you go and hope you don’t get shot?”

You throw your hands in the air, knowing he isn’t trying to be condescending, but not able to help feeling a bit talked down to. “I don’t know! Maybe! But I knew I couldn’t just stand around and wait for something terrible to happen to that boy!”

You walk towards the room’s small window, back facing him as you stare outside, leaning against it. Your intentions aren’t to come across as petty, and Vash knows that. But you do need a break for a moment. He doesn’t press you any further for now, and the room dissolves into that unbearable silence once more.

You hear him sit back down on the bed, the old springs groaning under his weight. A tired sigh from his lips prompts you to face him again, body still resting against the window. He is clearly deep in thought, his brow furrowed, his gloved hand covering his mouth. You catch his eye as you turn, his deep turquoise ones locking with yours, his eyes clear as he finishes gathering his thoughts.

His voice cuts through the silence once more. “I understand why you did what you did. You’re brave, which is one of the things I love about you. Your compassion and willingness to put others before yourself helps in making you such a good healer, not to mention a good person.”

Despite the troubled look in his eyes, he briefly has a small smile on his face as he describes his thoughts of you. You blink in surprise, lips parting as you take in his words. You didn’t expect praise from him during a conversation like this.

“I know you feel like you were in an impossible situation today, and your desire to help others spurred you into action. But…” he trails off momentarily, and your heart beats rapidly in anticipation. “Please, I’m asking for you to not do anything like it again.”

You visibly deflate, rubbing the bridge of your nose. You’re so tired, and your head is starting to hurt again.

“You know I can’t promise that.”

“You have to,” he presses, and you can hear hints of something like desperation in his voice.

“No.” You push yourself away from the window, standing upright once more. “I’m sorry, Vash. I’m sorry that I scared you, and I’m sorry that I didn’t listen. But if I saw another person in a situation like that one day, I’d never forgive myself if I just watched.” You pause, trying to find the right words to continue. “I trust you, and I always trust you will do everything you can to help those around you… but not even you can control everything. Things can and will slip between the cracks.”

You have done your best to keep negative emotions from bleeding into your tone. Vash, given everything he’s gone through and continues to go through, has a burning need to save everyone. But even with his amazing, inhuman abilities, it’s an impossible sentiment to have that you alone can bear the burden of keeping everyone safe.

His eyes widen at your words, and before you realize it, he’s on his feet, taking long strides to reach you. He grasps you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes with such raw fear and earnestness you shrink back slightly in surprise. His grip on you isn’t painful or tight, but it feels like he’s holding onto you like a lifeline.

“This is my job. Please. I need you to let me handle this. I need to keep y-“ he pauses, inhaling deeply, then continues, “everyone safe.”

Your hands clench into fists, and the words you want to say feel heavy on your tongue. You hate this. You hate that you have to have this conversation.

“I will let you handle things. But I can’t promise that I won’t do what I did today if the situation ever arises again,” you reply quietly. “You said you understood why I did what I did… so, surely you can understand why I would do it again.” You don’t meet his eyes, not wanting to see the hurt on his face.

His hands slowly fall from your shoulders, and he steps back. Though he stands just in front of you, it feels much further away than that. Fear, ice cold, begins forming in your chest, spreading into your body. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor.

“Maybe…” He begins, his voice low. Hesitant. “It’d be for the best if we don’t travel together, then.”

Time seems to move more slowly for a moment. You feel your eyes widen, and you swallow thickly. His words hurt worse than any wound you’ve ever gotten.

“Are you serious?” You ask incredulously.

“As I’ve ever been about anything.”

Now, it’s your turn to step away. Your heart is racing, your body trembling. Your movement finally draws his gaze back up, and you think you see shock cross his face for a moment. You can’t be sure though.

“I…” it feels like cotton is sitting in your mouth. “I can’t believe you,” you whisper, voice breaking.

He looks pained, but resolute. “I would do anything to keep you safe. Even if that means removing myself from your life.”

“That’s not your decision alone to make. You’re being cruel, Vash.” The silence that follows your words is deafening. Your lip wobbles, but you bite the inside of it, swallowing any further emotion down. Your breathing is shaky, and you feel sick. Wordlessly, you walk past him, heading for the door of the room.

Part of you hopes he’ll reach out, stopping you in your tracks, saying it was all a misunderstanding in some way. Part of you hopes he’ll let you go so you can go sob your heart out by yourself.

He remains frozen in his position, making no move to stop you.

You leave.

When you hear the ‘click’ of the door shutting, you begin a slow walk down the hallway. Your pace becomes brisk after a moment, though, the gravity of what just happened finally resonating with you. It’s not long before you are nearly jogging, feeling like the building is closing in on you– suffocating you. You race down the hall with long strides, desperately trying to avoid running. You’re doing your absolute best to hold it together, not wanting any attention from bystanders, but you can’t stop the sob that tears from your throat. You slap your trembling hand to your mouth to stifle any noise, walking down the stairs and towards the large front door. Ignoring the look of concern from the innkeeper, you walk directly out the door and into the street.

It’s not very crowded in the area of town you all chose to stay at. Even still, you feel like you have to run away as fast as your feet can take you.

You waste no time in your search for a place where you can be alone. You finally allow yourself to break into the run your body is itching for, in search of a temporary asylum to ride this out. A stray tear rolls down your cheek, and your breathing has begun to deteriorate more rapidly, the running exacerbating it.

You don’t have time to course correct when you hear a nearby bakery’s door open, a bell ringing softly as voices bid each other farewell. You crash right into the person walking out of the door, a moment of lightheadedness rushing through you.

Luckily, he seems to have excellent coordination, because he is able to catch you with a small ‘woah!’, righting both of you and preventing a nasty fall.

You gasp a short apology, and try to move around him, determined to press forward. He grabs your wrist, gently preventing you from fleeing. It’s at this point that you finally look up, the face of Wolfwood staring back at you. Your heart sinks, and he’s giving you a curious look.

“Now, that’s no way to greet a friend,” he chides playfully. After you continue to stare at him in stunned silence, he asks, “you okay?” Though it’s becoming fairly obvious at this point that you aren’t.

You nod regardless, trying to tug your wrist away. Praying the stubborn priest will mind his own business. He holds on.

“Let me go,” you plead, voice weak but desperate.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t feel great about letting you run off in this state, if I’m being honest.”

“I’m fine,” you insist, tugging harder. Fresh tears of frustration spill from your eyes.

“You don’t look fine,” he counters, his voice sounding as light as always. Despite his easy tone, the furrow in his brow betrays him.

“It’s none of your business!” You snap at him, giving your arm one last, desperate tug. Luckily, that seems to do the trick; you stumble, but quickly find your footing and take off. He calls after you, but you keep going.

You’ll apologize to him later. For now, finding a spot to ride this out takes precedence.

You stumble upon an area with relative ease, all but throwing yourself right into it. It’s a quiet little alley, right at the edge of town. The buildings that create it look empty currently, so you know you won’t be bothering anyone and vice versa.

You allow yourself to crumple to the ground, back pressed against a wall as you try and catch your breath. You finally allow the emotions you’d swallowed down to be felt.

Your breath shudders as you force yourself to replay the conversation with Vash. You can’t believe that after everything you have been through with each other, he would still even consider parting ways. He hasn’t suggested it in ages; certainly not since becoming romantically involved. You know Vash is a self sacrificing idiot, but you allow yourself to begin entertaining the line of thought that he has somehow lost his feelings for you. Your rational mind argues with you, saying that is most certainly not the case. You, however, find yourself completely at the mercy of your irrational mind, rearing its ugly head full force.

If he really loves you as much as you love him, he’d never suggest that.

You choke on a sob, your body trembling. You feel like you can’t breathe. Your heart races, and a cold sweat breaks out all over you.

Pathetic.

You pull your knees to your chest, clutching them fiercely as your body is wracked with shaking. You curl into your knees, fingernails digging into your arms. As you press your forehead against the tops of your knees, you begin to realize it’s even harder to breathe now. You didn’t think it was possible to feel even worse, but here you are, on the verge of hyperventilation. You would’ve allowed yourself to fall into that pit as well if it weren’t for the abrupt sensation of a large, calloused hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You flinch, head whipping up to find one Nicholas D. Wolfwood crouching in front of you.

Your tears flow steadily, and you hiccup and gasp. This was the very last thing you wanted to happen.

You shove your head back where it was.

“Nuh-uh. Head up. C’mon,” he chides, trying to coax you back up.

You furiously shake your head, taking a shuddering breath in between sobs. He sighs, and then manually lifts your head with his hands, much to your irritation.

“Don’t give me that look! You can’t get full, deep breaths all balled up like that.” He softens his tone slightly to try and reach you. “C’mon now, you need to try and take some real breaths.”

Your stubborn nature is able to break through the panic, and you level him with a glare, wanting nothing more than for him to go away. He holds your gaze just as stubbornly. Your head spins, and you feel fresh tears roll down your cheeks.

After engaging in a brief battle of wills, you relent, a brief moment of clarity making you realize just how compromised your judgment has become in such a short period of time. You look down, attempting to focus on regulating your choppy breathing. After a moment, you manage a few good breaths, and he shows his approval with a grin.

“Now, if you’re up to a new challenge, why don’t you try breathing the way I am?”

You hesitate, but ultimately nod, and begin trying to mimic his breathing pattern.

Every time you try to inhale deeply, your breath catches on a sob. You begin to feel frustrated with yourself and begin to clam up, the cold tendrils of panic wrapping around you once more.

He notices almost immediately. “Hey, hey, none of that! Just… take your time,” he encourages patiently, taking a seat by your side with an unceremonious plop. He takes your hand, putting it on his chest so you could feel the rhythm of his chest rising and falling. “We’ve got nowhere to be.”

As you feel your mind beginning to clear, you find yourself grateful for Wolfwood’s easygoing personality. It helps to anchor you in that little alley.

Ten minutes end up passing before you feel more stable and calm. You lean your head back against the wall of the alley, feeling beads of sweat at your hairline. You slowly withdraw your hand, resting it in your lap. You catch his dark eyes, smiling gratefully.

“Thank you. Where did you learn all that?”

He shrugs. “Here and there. Lots of the kids at the orphanage would get bouts of panic like that. You just pick stuff up eventually.”

You hum noncommittally, taking in another piece of your somewhat secretive friend’s life.

“Well, I really appreciate it. I… I’ve never experienced that in my life. I’m sorry,” you murmur, slightly embarrassed by your panic-fueled actions.

He waves you off. “Don’t worry about it. But don’t do it again, either,” he adds, his voice feigning sternness.

You huff a small laugh, a smile pulling at your lips.

Silence stretches a moment. When he’s sure you’re truly okay, he presses. “So, what happened?”

You bite your lip, looking away a bit obstinately. “It’s nothing.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Nothin’, huh? That sure was a whole lotta nothin’.”

You open your mouth to reply, but then close it, thinking better of it. You finally settle with something vague.

“Vash and I had a…” you trail off. You don’t like the sound of ‘argument’ for some reason. “A difficult conversation.”

“I figured as much. You guys don’t really seem like the quarreling type, though.”

You tend to agree. “Normally, we’re not.”

“I’m assuming it was because of what happened earlier today?”

Your silence is all the confirmation he needs. Before you realize it, the details of the conversation are unwittingly spilling from your mouth.

“I… he asked me to not do what I did again. But I can’t promise that. It’s not like I’m trying to intentionally throw myself into every fight from now on, but I couldn’t just watch when they were pointing a gun at a child. And everything turned out fine in the end anyway.”

Wolfwood hums thoughtfully when you finish talking, considering what to say. You keep going though, not able to stop what you’ve started.

“He said we should part ways if I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t do it again,” you confide, feeling the burn of tears start up again. “I-I… couldn’t…” You cut yourself off with a hitch in your breath, the tears spilling over your lashes. You rub them away with your hands, but they just keep coming.

Wolfwood sighs, plucking a crumpled cigarette from a pocket and putting it in his mouth, lighting it.

“That idiot.” He says through gritted teeth, talking around the stick of rolled tobacco. He shakes his head, a small cloud of smoke escaping his lips as he exhales. “He couldn’t leave you behind. Not for long, anyway.”

You lift your head, gazing at him as he speaks, clinging to every word.

He takes the cigarette from his mouth, resting it between his fingers to talk easier. “He’s so in love with you it’s almost gross to watch,” he finishes nonchalantly, and you feel your face heat up.

“But… I wish you could’ve seen him. He was so…” you trail off, trying to find the right words. “He was very intense,” you settle for, your voice quiet.

“You wanna know what I think?” At the sound of your affirmative hum, he continues. “I think he was scared shitless today when we found out you’d gotten hurt, and he’s bad at handling it. You two are too similar for your own good, wanting to help everyone. In fact, I think it’s the root of the whole problem: he doesn’t want you doing the same shit he does. Listen, I don’t think you did the wrong thing by helpin’ out that kid. But, you got hurt in the process, and that man feels sole responsibility for everything that happens to you.”

You begin to protest, but he hushes you. “It doesn’t matter if his sentiment is true or not. He fully believes it. I understand that you can make your own decisions. He does too, but I think he also thinks that because you’re traveling with him, it’s his fault when you’re in danger. That’s my two cents, anyway.”

You allow Wolfwood’s words to settle in your mind. It’s not necessarily a solution to your conflict with Vash, but it’s helping you look at the conversation differently. The longer you think about it, the more you know that Wolfwood is right. You think of the scars littered across your lover’s body, the sacrifices he’s made just to help those who scarred him in the first place. He might even be fearful of you developing those very habits; after all, in his eyes, it’s only permissible when it’s himself.

Finally, you sigh, defeated. “Yeah, you’re probably right... I need to go back.”

Wolfwood nods with approval, and he heaves himself off the ground. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, letting him help you up. He grabs his Punisher, which had apparently been leaning nearby against a wall of the alley this whole time, slinging it over his shoulder easily. He gives you a grin, his cigarette hanging out of his mouth crookedly, his eyes crinkling. His smile is contagious, and you give him a playful nudge as you walk out of the alley.

“Thanks for the help, Father Nicholas,” you joke, eyeing the priest teasingly.

He adjusts the massive cross, an amused expression on his face. “Hey, it’s all in a good day’s work.”

You walk in what feels like the first comfortable silence you’ve had all day, and you are truly thankful in that moment to have a friend like him. As you begin approaching the inn, though, anxiety begins trickling back into your chest. You glance at Wolfwood, knowing your nerves must be showing.

“What do I do if he still wants to leave me behind?” You ask, your voice small.

“Stop worryin’ about it so much, kid. Just go talk to him,” he replies easily, gently pushing you forward. You swallow thickly, trying to find your resolve.

Wolfwood turns on his heel, walking away from you. “I’ll bet Needle-Noggin’s already regretting everything.” He adds, glancing over his shoulder.

“Okay. Okay. Thanks, Nick,” you call, giving him one last grateful glance. He waves you off, seemingly heading for the bar down the street.

You walk through the threshold of the building, avoiding the inquisitive eyes of the innkeeper from earlier. Feeling quite bashful, you briskly walk past the counter, heading up the creaky stairs to the floor you’re staying on.

Your heartbeat throbs in your ears, your chest aching with the all too familiar crush of anxiety. You can feel your body trembling, adrenaline spiking and giving you a dizzying rush.

You can do this. This is the man you are in love with. There’s never been something that you two couldn’t talk about.

With a deep breath, you take several strides to the door, reaching out to grab the handle. You hate that you’re shaking so visibly.

The door opens suddenly, and you startle, stepping backwards reflexively. In front of you, Vash looks just as surprised to see you.

You take in his appearance. He looks stressed, his eyes puffy and red. His hair is damp, floppier than normal.

“Vash,” you breathe out quietly.

“Mayfly,” he replies, his voice just as breathy. Several emotions pass over his face; relief, concern, and sadness being the ones you recognize almost immediately.

He doesn’t hesitate to close the distance between you, wrapping you in a tight hug. You close your eyes and the tension melts from your body, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent as you wrap your arms around his middle. One of his hands cups the back of your head, fingers threading slightly into your hair. The scratch against your scalp sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. You feel his chin and nose press into your hair, giving you a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“I was so worried. I was just about to go find you.”

Guilt creeps into your consciousness, but you try to push it aside. “‘m okay,” you mumble into his chest.

He pulls back, his hands cupping your cheeks. He takes in your appearance, lips pressed into a thin line. His thumbs rub small circles on your cheekbones before retracting his hands.

“Let’s go inside, okay?” He suggests, and you nod wordlessly in reply, following him into the room. He’s showered since you’ve been gone, and he’s changed into more casual clothes.

You are exhausted, but that feels normal after what happened today. You sit on the bed, resting your hands in your lap, looking down. Vash walks over, standing right in front of you.

His hand reaches down, stroking your cheek softly. You sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch. His fingers graze down your face, finding your chin, and he gently tips your head up. Opening your eyes, you see his own staring down at you.

He soaks in the sight of you, guilt marring his beautiful features as he studies your face.

“You’ve been crying.”

It’s not a question. You don’t answer.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, his voice breaking. Your brow furrows, and you shake your head. “I should have followed you.”

“Don’t be sorry, everything turned out okay,” you try to reassure. “Um… Wolfwood found me, actually,” you admit. “Stubborn bastard wouldn’t let me wallow alone,” you add with a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. You take note of his similarly disheveled appearance, giving him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry I left so suddenly. Looks like you needed me, too,” you murmur, heart aching at the evidence of shed tears on his face.

Vash shakes his head, giving you similar treatment that you gave him. “I’m fine.” Vash smiles, albeit sad. “I’ll have to thank Wolfwood later.”

You pause, heart racing as you consider how to get this conversation started. “He helped me gain some perspective, I think.”

Vash says nothing, but looks at you with a curious expression.

“I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean to scare you today. But I need you to know that my decisions are my own, and the consequences that follow are my own, too. I know you don’t like the idea of me fighting… but maybe it would be helpful for me to learn something. Because I can’t stand by and watch people get hurt. Even if you… um, l-leave me, I’d still do it.” You struggle getting the words out, but know they need to be said. You can’t bear the thought of him actually leaving you. You’d probably follow him to the ends of the planet.

He smiles wistfully, sitting beside you on the bed. “I know, Mayfly. I did some thinking, too. You were right earlier. I wasn’t being fair, and I’m sorry. When that little boy ran into us, telling us there was a girl who had helped him who was in trouble, I just…” he inhales sharply, taking your hand. “I knew it was you. I just had a feeling. I’ve never been so scared. I had no idea what they would do to you. And then actually seeing you, seeing that man trying to hurt you, I couldn’t stand it.” You look at him, your chest aching with emotion, waiting for him to gather himself. “I am so scared of losing you,” he finishes quietly, and you notice his eyes water.

You reach up to wipe the tear that falls from his lashes, cupping his face.

“Then please don’t leave me behind,” you whisper, voice breaking.

He pulls you close to his body, stroking your back with gentle fingers.

“I won’t. I couldn’t. I’m so sorry. I panicked–I never should’ve even said that,” he whispers into your hair.

It feels like a massive weight has been lifted from your chest. You let out a shuddering breath, feeling so relieved. He holds you close, hand moving in soothing circles on your back.

You sit there for a moment with your eyes closed, quietly taking in the sensation of his breath fanning over your skin and his fingers on your back.

He moves to lay back on the bed, and you crawl towards him, cuddling close and resting your head on his chest. You are so exhausted you could easily fall asleep now, his fingers grazing patterns onto your arm softly, his heartbeat steady under your ear. Your head is pounding, but getting better every minute.

The silence gives you time to dissect the events of the past hour more calmly. You feel so much better after having worked everything out with Vash, but one thing lingers in your mind, feeling like a small thorn in your heart. You have to talk to him about it before falling asleep.

You sleepily reach for his free hand, which is resting to the side of his abdomen, grabbing a few of his fingers. You feel his patterns stutter momentarily, but then resume like normal. He tries his best to give your hand a squeeze with his fingers.

“What’s up, Mayfly?” He asks quietly.

You’re so, so tired, but need to get this out. It’s not an eloquently thought-out beginning to the conversation, but you need him to know that you’re thinking of him too. You don’t want to let this go.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left. You cried and were alone. I had someone, but you were alone, and I should’ve been here,” you whisper, knowing it sounds like word vomit. Your heart is hurting for your partner, though. You can feel a sting behind your eyes, but swallow it down firmly. You did one of the very things you’d vowed to never do after learning about his life of solitude: leave him alone to cry.

You feel him release a long breath, and you can’t tell if it’s relief or exasperation without seeing his face. He plants a small kiss on the crown of your head, and whispers, “Just rest a while. I’ll be here when you wake back up. I promise we can talk some more then.”

#trigun #vash #vash the stamepde #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash x you #trigun 98 #trigun stampede #peachy writes!

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charliedawn · 1 year

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The slashers found out nurse y/n just got engaged (they have feelings for her), a tiny angst won't hurt right? 😶‍🌫️

It would take a fool not to notice the way Norman was staring at you. He was completely and deeply enamored with you. And when you met the man of your life, he never thought he stood a chance. But, he did. Even though Norman found every single one of his defaults and made it his duty to tell you...the man asked you to become his fiancé and Norman didn't know how to respond when he asked him next to be his best man for a probable future marriage. Norman was heartbroken, but hid it the best he could. He tried to be happy for the both of you. But, he didn't know how.

Whenever he would see you, his smile would widen and he'd have a hard time accepting the truth.

You were his little monster. He had seen you on your worst day and had kept caring after you. It seemed everybody knew about your relationship beside the two of you. Even your husband knew and did at times look at the both of you strangely...He knew there was something there from the start. But, when you told him that there was nothing, he decided to try and ask you out.

No one could have foretold that you'd accept. He was the first surprised. But, he sure glad he asked first. Because he perfectly knew that if Norman had asked first ? There was no way you would have said no.

Michael was there when you got engaged and boy, did it hurt...to realize he would never be the one to hold your hand at the end of the aisle. But, he knew you'd be alright. You were a smart girl/boy, and so was you partner. You would be alright. That's the only thing he wanted. Yeah...Nothing more, right ?

He pretended not to feel the tears running down his face and looked up at the ceiling. It was for the best after all...

What could he have brought you ? A long life of pain and suffering. He would have tried to kill you, he would have plunged you in an endless hole full of terrible struggle you weren't ready for.

So, he accepted to let you go and pretended not to feel the tears or his heart breaking in his chest. Michael Myers wasn't meant to be happy and even when you asked him if he was happy ? He lied. He was fine. You were happy.

That's all that mattered...

Freddy was frustrated when he heard the news, but didn't say anything at first. He spent most of his time in his room and made sure to avoid you. But then, you cornered him and demanded he explained why he seemed so upset ? And boy...You weren't ready for his answer.

"You wanna spend the rest of your life with a normy ? A boring little boy ? Go on then. Love him. Care for him. Spend your whole wild life with him. I don't care. But, know...Know that I know what you feel for me. It will eat ya alive. You may lay with him every night. But, I'll be waiting in your dreams, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened significantly at his outburst and they filled with tears.

"...You are such a big idiot, Freddy Krueger.", you uttered with a small tremor in your voice and his eyes seemed to soften for a few seconds. He opened his mouth and you really thought for a moment that he would apologize...But, he didn't. He looked away and smiled sadly to himself.

"Sure. I'm the idiot. But, you still fell for me, didn't ya ?"

Your eyes widened even more and he looked up knowingly at you. He didn't want to hurt you. It was the truth. You couldn't hide it, but it did. I did hurt. He knew. He had always known.

"Why...Why didn't you say anything when I accepted their proposal ?", you asked and Freddy's smile faltered.

"...Because idiots like me like to break things and darling, you're made of fuckin' glass."

Bo had locked himself in his garage since the moment Lester had told him about your engagement. He tried to convince himself that he didn't care, but it only made him more upset. Hadn't he been crystal clear ?! Hadn't he made it fuckin' clear that he wanted you ?!

When you entered his garage to bring him food, the sole sight of you was enough to make him angry. He slapped the plate you had in your hands and instead grabbed you by the throat to pin you against the nearest wall.

"Watya want from me, huh ? Why did you do that ?! Did you want me to fuckin' beg ?! To tell you that it kills me to see ya with that little cute stupid smile on your face and with your big heart-shaped eyes on your princess/prince—the one that isn't me ?"

Your eyes filled with tears and Bo hid his underneath his cap. It was no use. He released you. Your breath hitched as he suddenly pulled you closer to whisper in your ear.

"...Why the heck did you choose him ?! Was I gettin' fuckin' boring to you or sumthin' ?! Was I just a funny distraction to you, huh ? Did you have fun ? Hope you did..."

You didn't answer and Bo sneered before shaking his head.

"That's what I thought. Play with Bo. But, don't get too close...Or you may burn. Worse part is ? I would have given you everything."

Before you could say anything, he was out the door and you were left with only your broken heart and tears.

"...I will kill him/her.", Jason seethed while glaring at your fiance—but Freddy shook his head before huffing a mocking laugh of disbelief.

"No. You won't."

Jason was about to reply when he saw the way Freddy was looking at you...Matter of fact, he saw the way all the slashers were looking at you and realized just how much the event affected them. You were getting married. You wouldn't only be theirs anymore and even though you were going to stay their favorite nurse...Something would break.

They all knew it.

They had all tried to forget the fact that you were human, but the fact that you were getting married when none of them would ever find love made them realize just how normal you were.

Jason looked at you wordlessly and for the first time, Jason felt a new emotion rise in him: hate. He had never felt it before.

He hated you. And he hated himself. He ha taken too long and now, he was suffering the consequences. But, it was better to blame you.

It was better than to admit that he had made a mistake and had waited too long...thinking you would wait for him.

"Don't marry that cunt.", Jack told you as you were about to step forward towards the altar. You stopped dead in your tracks and huffed a small laugh of disbelief.

"Wow. And why—in the name of all that is—should I do that ?"

Jack didn't laugh. He stepped forward and grabbed your wrist.

"You know why. I ain't gotta spell it out for you, do I ?" There was a certain desperation in his voice and you snorted before pulling away.

"Matter-of-fact ? I do. Come on, Torrance. Tell me. Tell me the one thing that you refused to give me. Tell me the one thing that I waited for you to say during all this time, but you never did. Say it. Say it now and I'll go with you."

Jack knew exactly what you wanted. The three little words that would change everything. He wanted to tell you. Badly. But, he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to, he knew what would be the price to pay.

And he couldn't. He couldn't go through all of it again. So, he remained silent and lowered his head. You clenched your jaw and finally spat out.

"Coward."

You then stepped forward and hid the tears that were threatening to spill behind your veil.

Jack remained silent because deep down, he knew you were right. He was a coward. And you deserts much better. So, he clapped. He clapped and clapped until his hands almost fell off.

You had tried to see Brahms before the wedding, but he couldn't face you. He couldn't even meet your gaze when you finally found him next to the buffet.

"Brahms. Look at me.", you told him, and even though Brahms was usually eager to obey—he didn't this time.

"Brahms...Can't...Sad.",he tried to explain and you frowned in incomprehension.

"...Sad ?", you urged him on and Brahms nodded.

"Yes. Sad."

"Why ?", you asked him to develop and Brahms looked away before confessing.

"Brahms...Wanted Y/N to be his friend forever."

You smiled, even though the words hit you deeper than anything. Brahms had never ever called you anything else than friend. So, you had assumed that's all you were for him. It was no use waiting, but Brahms seemed very upset about the news.

"Hey. I'll still be your friend. Don't worry."

You tried to comfort him, but Brahms seemed to refuse your soothing words as he punched the wall next to him and shouted.

"BRAHMS WANTS Y/N TO HIMSELF ! NO ONE ELSE !"

Your eyes widened at his outburst, but before you could tell him anything, he was gone. What you didn't know is that Brahms wanted more than to be friends with you, but didn't have the words. So, he had found the only word he thought would make you stay.

But, it was too late now. And even though Brahms now knew what he was feeling was love...It was too late. He was too late.

Penny had never once told you that he loved you. You had fooled around, kissed a few times...But, he had never told you what he felt. So, you thought he only wanted to have fun and that was it. So, when one of your colleagues started asking you on dates and you found yourself enjoying his company more and more...You could only said yes when he asked if you wanted to get engaged. But, you had underestimated Penny's claim on you.

The otherworldly being wasn't a sharer.

He tried to tell you by kissing you again and again, not caring about your protests. He could feel that you wanted him as well, but was surprised when you pushed him away.

"No. Penny. No.", you told him. And for a second, he obeyed...until he attempted again.

"PENNY ! STOP !"

This time, he could hear it was serious and stopped, but scrunched his nose in confusion.

"Stop ? Why ?"

You sighed.

"I'm engaged."

You showed him the ring and Penny tilted his head, barely giving the jewel a dismissive glance.

"And ?"

You sighed once more before explaining.

"It means we have to stop. I love him. And he loves me. So, this ? Us ? It has to stop."

Penny's eyes crossed as he tried very hard to understand, but when you attempted to leave—he giggled.

"Silly human...As if you could ever prefer that pitiful little human over me ? A god ?"

You glanced back at him, but with an apologetic look this time around.

"Goodbye, Penny."

"Congrats.", Pennywise said when he heard. He seemed the less surprised and even sat beside you to give you his support. But, it was to be expected...

"Yeah..." You eyed his expression for the smallest hint of disappointment or at least a little sign that he was feeling sad. But, he didn't show any.

"I can feel that you are disappointed about my lack of reaction. Why did you expect me to have an issue with the decision ?", he asked knowingly and your face heat up a little as you had forgotten he would read minds.

"Because...Because I kinda thought that you loved me.", you confessed and thought Pennywise would mock you or roll his eyes, but he did neither. Instead, he answered you truthfully.

"Pennywise doesn't love. Hasn't for a long time. Nah. You took the right decision."

You were surprised by the approval and when you looked back, Pennywise smiled at you. He was trying to be supportive.

He wouldn't tell you how hurt he was. He wouldn't admit to his feelings towards you, because that would mean he was in the wrong and had let his only ticket to happiness slip away. Again.

"Congratulations. I am...happy for you."

Kevin told the both of you and you felt a lump in your throat as you heard the slight hesitation in his voice.

Kevin ignored the voices of all the personalities in his brain and forced a smile on his face as he told you he hoped you would haze a great life together.

Even though, the personalities were all protesting and tried to stop him, Kevin went on and didn't pay them any mind. He would let them be the price of your happiness. No matter what they all felt about you.

And he was surprised by his own power of will as he succeeded in blocking all their voices away and sound somehow genuine in his wished.

His heart bled. But, as long as you were happy...He wouldn't say anything. He would smile. Wave. Dance. And even make a fool out of himself...He didn't care. You were the only human being who had ever seen him and trusted him. So, he would lock all of his feelings away and let them be smothered away.

You mattered. You are the only one who ever mattered...

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #norman bates x reader #the horde x reader #kevin wendell crumb x reader #bo sinclair x reader #jack torrance x reader #brahms heelshire x reader

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luxlightly · 10 months

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In line with my last post about getting good endings with companions, the writing of The Emperor really stands out in how it defies the expectations we have as players of a game of this nature. He's a very well written character who definitely wades through the very grey areas of morality and bends the truth so much he leaves you wondering just how much he's bought into his own lies,as well.

Major spoilers beneath the cut.

If you go through the same steps you do with other characters, endlessly giving him the benefit of the doubt, leaning into his comparisons of you to himself, helping him reminisce at the Elfsong. He seems to open up. You bring him back to his old home, seemingly listening to emotional secrets of his. All this culminating in him professing love for us. We expect this. It seems to be progressing normally as an ally would in a game. To the point where many might even kill the Gith prince for him.

So those who don't do so feel blindsided by his willingness to abandon us to join the elder brain the instant we won't do exactly what he asks.

But playing again, I picked options I wouldn't normally. I called him out for secrecy. I pressed him for the truth even when it seemed to truly hurt him.

And I didn't like what I found.

The Emperor is manipulative in such an organic way. He first pretends to be someone else entirely, but, when revealed, constantly poses himself as being at your mercy or otherwise making himself vulnerable to you. Every time he's caught in a lie, he says "ok this was a lie I had to keep to protect himself but only because it was basically the truth just with little details left out" and he does that again and again, each time pushing the truth a little farther, all while still insisting he has never lied to you.

He pretends that you just wandered into the prism in your dream because he was distracted and lonely, then he shows you little trinkets with cute stories attached at the Elfsong, giving you gifts in the form of his old armor and sword. He speaks so fondly of Duke Stelmane and acts so saddened by her death, then when you next see him in your dreams, he isn't wearing a shirt. All these things that make him seem so vulnerable. Like he's bared everything about himself.

Except he hasn't actually revealed anything. He tells you he was just some adventurer even though he knows how important who he was is to your quest. He acts like he and Stelmane were partners or friends. He never tells you anything about him, just anecdotes to make him seem relatable. Nothing but soft words to soften your heart and lower your guard.

And any time you express distrust or ask for proof or for him to be honest with you, he gets upset, he acts as though you are the one being cruel and unreasonable. As if you are hurting him after he made himself vulnerable for you.

So feels bad to select any dialogue choice that calls him out. That accuses him of what you suspect in your mind. Of what all the little red flags point to:

"You do a good impression of a human. But it's just an act, isn't it?"

And finally the facade comes down. He finally lets you see his thoughts. See something besides the story he concocted.

You see him torturing Stelmane, breaking her mind and reducing her to an empty shell. The same scenes he showed you before of them in a friendly partnership play again, this time revealing that she was just a glassy eyed puppet, her mind torn apart so he could use her body to serve him and control the city in secret.

"Be glad my methods have improved" he says. And tells you you were never anything but his puppet. That you never had a choice and you will not get a choice. That you are his thrall as much as Stelmane was.

And it feels like a real betrayal. Because he does a good job of acting the part. Even knowing you will mistrust him, even intending to mistrust him, you fall for at least pieces of it. And looking back the signs seem obvious and you see his you ignored them. Because that's how it was supposed to work. You were supposed to allow him to be vulnerable with you and be rewarded with his trust.

And that's exactly what he wanted you to think.

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drkmgs · 1 year

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You were my yes, but I was only your maybe

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: blood...

"You were my yes, but I was only your maybe."

Those words rang through Wednesday's head, after a big fight with you. This would be the first and last, Wednesday said to herself. The torture her heart was under is beyond her. It feels like someone stabbed it with a rainbow machete and pounded it with a glittered hammer.

Wednesday knew she lacked in being caring, sharing her emotions, and being affectionate. Even though you knew, you still chose her out of 8 billion people. You were patient with her and tried your best to understand her but you couldn't understand how easy was for her to just dismiss you after a boy named Tyler came into view.

You were mad. mad mad. You've never been mad at her. How could you be mad at Wednesday Addams? When she just speaks the truth and that is what hurt you. You asked her about Tyler, she told you everything, yes, everything, even the kiss.

How could she do that to you? She knew you were struggling at school without her, whilst she was here at Nevermore, 'getting along' with a boy named Tyler. You convinced your parents to send you to Nevermore to be just with her and upon your arrival, that's the first thing you had to find out.

Even Enid — Wednesday's roomie is furious with her, if she had known, that Wednesday had a partner she wouldn't have pushed her to meet Tyler or anyone, but it already happened.

You are officially broken and don't know what to do. You're new in this Academy, you don't know anyone, and the only person you know broke your heart. Instead of sulking, you went for a walk, to take a breather from all the drama.

You were so busy with your thoughts, it was too late when you realized you weren't on a walking path anymore, you were way into the woods and can bearly see the Academy. You jumped when you hear leaves break near you, but there was nobody. You're sure you're alone, but you can feel someone is watching you.

When you turned around, a monstrous beast was leaping at you with its claws slashing right at your stomach. You let out a bloody scream, before falling into unconsciousness.

Xavier: Help! I need help here!

Xavier screams when he arrived at Nevermore Academy with your body in his arms. All students gathered around you and some of them ran to get help or hide from the sickening sight.

Enid: Oh my god! Y/N!

When Enid screamed your name, the pigtailed girl rush to see what was happening. There she saw you on the ground with three big gashes on your stomach bleeding out. Your skin was as pale as hers. She could tell you already lost a lot of blood with this information she moves to take Xavier's side and removes her sweater to press it on your wounds.

You groan in pain as you felt her pressing down. Now Wednesday was glad that you were still making sounds and to confirm you weren't dead yet with the energy left in you, you hold her hand. Even though everything is blurry to you, you could tell she was crying. You smiled at her and shook your head.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! I swear if you die, I will kill you!

You're slowly drifting away again. Your hand is slowly losing its grip on Wednesday.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! Focus on me!

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it to get a response from you, but you couldn't do it back. You had no more energy in you. Even keeping your eyes open was getting difficult, not long enough you're gasping for air and coughing up blood.

Everyone around you is crying. When the ambulance came, they had difficulties removing Wednesday from you. She didn't want to let go of your hand. Principal Weems had to drag her away from you with the help of other Nevermore students, who were also crying.

Enid had to hug Wednesday, so she would stop shaking and reaching forward to you, as they put you in the ambulance.

Weeks passed and no one knows what happened to you. No one asked Wednesday, it's more likely nobody had the guts to ask her. You can't blame them, ever since that happened Wednesday was out for herself. She would mindlessly go through her day, like an automatic corpse.

Now is a great example, she's sitting at the quad, mindlessly staring at her food. While the others are engaging in conversations. All of them were silenced when someone walked through the quad.

:I think this is yours.

A freshly washed sweater was placed in front of Wednesday's food tray. She slowly looked up, it was like magic, when her gloomy pale face, lit up with light color, giving her face a much more alive look.

Wednesday: Y/N.

That was all Wednesday could say and went straight up hugging you.

Y/N: I have missed you too.

You whispered hugging her back with a smile.

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Potions Partners (Part 18)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Potter!Fem!reader

word count: 4178

warnings: fighting, injuries, crying a lot of it.

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Part 19 and just so you know requests are open

“How are you feeling?” She asked just as soon as she saw his eyes blink open. He had almost caught her trying to conceal his mark. She sat down on the chair quickly hoping he wouldn’t notice. He looks at her and he smiles. He clears his throat, “Much better.”

She didn’t know if he was lying to her or not. She smiles and she goes to help him up. He holds his hand up and lifts himself up. She’s glad that he’s able to do that now, but she hates the way he groans when he does it. He takes the water and the painkillers and takes them.

She takes the glass from his hand even though she’s sure that he doesn’t need her help anymore. He grabs her hand tightly and doesn’t let her go away. He pressed a kiss to her hand and she set the glass down on the bedside table with her other hand.

He shuffles to the left, clearing space for her to sit. He pats down the empty side of the bed with his hand, and she sits down. He looks at the distance between them, and he pouts, “Come closer.”

She moves closer to him, being side by side to his chest. He still frowns and tugs on her hand. She moves closer until he pulls her enough that she falls right next to him. She lets out a laugh at the motion and he would’ve too if his chest didn’t hurt from the cuts.

She twists her body so she’s lying on her back beside him. She makes sure that she isn’t hurting him or putting too much of her body weight on him. He doesn’t seem to care much as he hugs her tightly, places his chin on the top of her head and says, “Ahh, there we go.”

She smiles at the gesture and he places a kiss on her head. She holds his hand with both of her own and places their intertwined hands on her stomach. He hums, “How’s things going with your brother?”

Her body tenses, she hasn’t spoken to Harry in nearly a week. He hasn’t made an effort to speak to her either. Harry was right, Draco is a death eater, but that still doesn’t excuse his actions, especially since he doesn’t know that his assumptions are true. She answers, “umm, well, I haven’t talked to him in a while.”

“You should- talk to him, that is. He’s still your brother.” Draco says, unexpectedly. She looks up at him with wide eyes, and perks a lip up in confusion. He avoids her gaze and twists a strand of her hair around his finger. He says, “You shouldn’t fight with him because of me.”

“It’s not about you...sort of, he’s being a git.” she says, sinking back down to his side. She could hear the gears in his brain shift again, and she knows that he’s about to say something. She’s glad that he has enough energy to pursue a conversation with her. He starts, “He could be right, you know…”

She feels her body tense and she hopes that he doesn’t notice. Was he going to tell her? Her heart pumps anxiously inside her chest, making her head go foggy in anticipation of his next words. He continues, “And I can’t say that I’m not terrified of the thought. That you’ll think your brother’s right, and you’ll hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I don't think anything you can do can make me not love you.” She says, truthfully. Even while knowing that he’s a death eater, she still loves him and cares for him which is why she won’t tell him that she’s breaking up with him until he fully heals. He hums, “You don’t know that.”

“I do.” She says, firmly, looking at him with loving eyes, and he gives her a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, she knows that he doesn’t believe her, but little does he know the truth. He presses a kiss to her head, and he says, “Madame Pomfrey says I’ll be out by tomorrow. I’ll have to be cautious and everything, which means that unfortunately we can’t have fun together.”

He finishes his statement and he trails one of his hands to the hem of her skirt to show what he meant by ‘fun’. She looks up at him to find his face twisted in a teasing smirk. He slips one finger under her skirt and he toys with her skirt with the rest of his fingers as he says, “But what does she know anyway.”

His hand moves further down below her skirt and she grabs his wrist pulling it out of her skirt. She grabs his hand tightly and she shakes her head, “No can do. Doctor’s orders.”

He groans loudly in displeasure and he slams his head onto the pillow. She laughs at his actions before she twists her body once again to lay on her stomach. Her elbows hold her torso up as she reaches a hand to cup his face. The action makes him look at her, grinning. She couldn’t believe someone as kind as him was a Death Eater.

She presses her lips to his cheek in a soft kiss. His eyes blinked heavily and she knew he was getting tired again. She brushed her thumb over his cheekbones in a soft, soothing motion that made him more sleepy. His eyes close as his breaths become slower and more regulated.

She sighs at his calm appearance. The cuts that she could see from above the blanket were almost completely healed. Madame Pomfrey told her that the direct cuts on his torso would leave permanent scars. She didn’t tell Draco, not wanting to upset him. He was still gorgeous to her no matter what. She pushed away a lock of his hair that fell on his face.

Minutes later, she decided to leave to allow him to sleep better. It wasn’t very comfortable sleeping together in a small hospital bed. She shuffles away from him, but his hand dug into the material of her shirt around her waist, urging her to stay. She sighed, she doesn’t think that she’s capable of loving him anymore than what she already does.

She lifts the blanket, covering herself with it and slides underneath it. She settles to his side, making sure not to touch any of the bandages. She places her head on the pillow, their faces were incredibly close to each other. She pecks his lips quickly and softly before falling into a deep slumber.

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“You should talk to her, Harry.” Hermione says while they’re in the common room. A week and a half has passed since Draco and Harry’s fight in the bathroom and Harry hasn’t spoken to Y/N since. Harry stares at his transfiguration book as he says, “I’ve got nothing to say to her.”

“She’s your sister.” Ron says, playing with some cards in his hands, shuffling them, randomly. Harry clenches his jaw at his friend's words. He reads the same sentence he’s been reading for the past hour again. He grumbles, “It’s not like she’s tried talking to me.”

“You’re the one who hurt her boyfriend, and shouted at her.” Hermione defended Y/N. It wasn’t a rare occurrence when the Potter twins fought, but it was the first time they've ever fought for this long. Harry gawks at Hermione as he says, pointedly, “Her boyfriend is Draco Malfoy, or have you both forgotten what he’s done to us all, both of you especially.”

“We’re not saying he’s an angel, but he makes Y/N happy, and that’s all that matters.” Hermione explains, and Harry rolls his eyes at her words. Harry slams his book shut, and brings his knees to his chest. He says, “You two shouldn’t be alright with this.”

“We’ve had a lot more time to process it than you-” Ron starts, and Hermione quickly hushes him, but not before Harry catches on. His gaze shifts between his two best friends as he thinks, looking at them, looking at each other nervously. He says, “You knew…You knew and you never told me.”

He grabs his books and stands up. Hermione and Ron follow him, and Hermione stutters as she tries to explain, “We all knew you’d do this, it was for the best that you didn’t know until it was settled and everything.”

“Settled?!” Harry gawks, “They’ve been dating for months, they’ve been settled for a while now, and you two lied to me. Is there no one I can trust in this place?” He exclaims and walks into the boys dormitory.

He stomps on the stairs, eliciting interested gazes from the rest of Gryffindor tower. He slams the door shut, and he presses his hands to his face. He takes in a shaky breath, and then she says, “Hey.”

His eyes snap to find that Y/N was sitting on Ron’s bed, waiting for him. Her legs were folded underneath her, and he folded his arms in front of his chests. He seethes, “How’d you get up here?”

“I was doing some Herbology homework with Neville, and decided to wait for you.” She explains in a calm tone, completely opposing him. He hums as he stares at her angrily. She stands up and walks to him. She says, “I’m not here to apologise so if you’re waiting for that then you’ll be disappointed.”

He huffs at her words, he was expecting an apology. He glares at her harder, but it doesn’t deter her. She was used to Harry’s angry looks, if not from this past week then from their whole life. Harry would always glare at her even when she would steal a fry from his plate. She sighs, “Draco’s getting out of the hospital wing today, so I’m asking you to not try to kill him this time.”

“No promises.” He says, and she sighs at his childish antics. She rolls her eyes and walks out of the boys dormitory. She doesn’t notice the way a sad frown rests on his face when she turns around from him. She exits the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the sympathetic looks she receives from Ron and Hermione.

She heads to the hospital wing where she can help Draco move his things that have accumulated there over the week. He was already up when she reached his spot. There was a curtain surrounding his bed, and it shielded them from any people that were there in the hospital wing. He’s staring out the window.

She walks from behind him, and wraps her arms around his torso from behind. He tenses before he notices her presence and relaxes beneath her touch. He lifted her left hand and kissed his ring on her finger. He turns around so he can hug her properly. He looks much better, the dark circles under his eyes are nearly gone, and he looks healthier. She hopes that his health doesn't deteriorate when he leaves the hospital wing.

“Welcome back.” she smiles at him, and he smiles back. He was going to put his things in his room and freshen up a bit before going to class. He was excused from them this week, and today too, but he wanted to get back on top of his work. He presses a kiss to her head and he says, “It’s good to be back.”

“Are you coming with me?” he asks and she sighs. He doesn’t know what he’s about to find out. She shakes her head and says, “I wish I could but I can’t. I’ve got some classes, I’ve already missed so many of them this past week.”

“Will I see you after?” he asks, and she nods her head, a lie. She was planning on avoiding him like the plague till he got the hint, the same thing he did to her five months ago. She wasn’t ready for confrontation, or to break his heart, if she actually mattered to him.

He grabs the large box filled with his stuff and he gives her a smile. He turns to her and says, “I love you.” He’s been saying it a lot lately. It causes the ache in her heart to burn even more. She would question it every time, but she would always smile and say, “I love you too.”

He leaves the hospital wing and on his way to the Slytherin common room, he gets greeted by his Slytherin classmates. He would give them all weak smiles. He rushed to his room, not ready to socialise. He was already regretting all the time he missed being in the hospital wing, but madame pomfrey didn’t allow him to leave until he was fully healed.

He entered his room with a sigh, already feeling more comforted. He shut his eyes tightly then swished his wand, causing his lights to open. His room looked different, he knew what was wrong immediately. His room didn’t have a single trace of her.

The bedside table that he conjured up on her side of the bed was gone, so was her chair that was beside him in front of his desk. He opened his closet to find her hangers gone and her drawer empty. He went to the bathroom to find it no longer cluttered by her objects.

The stone he had given her was on his bed. His blood ran cold, and his chest heaved. He couldn’t understand what was wrong. Did her friends force her to break up with him? Did her brother? A chill ran down his spine as his eyes widened. He lifted up his sleeve to find his mark concealed, which was worse than him finding it untouched.

He had her schedule memorised, and so he noticed that she had Herbology at the moment. He ran out of his room, leaving the door open, ignoring the way his limbs protested at the action. He ignored how Blaise called out his name in surprise. He never noticed how large the castle actually was until his chest was burning with every step he took.

The Hogwarts greenhouses were too many for him to check out every single one. He went to the largest, and he found a collection of crimson robes, and so he barged into the greenhouse. Professor Sprout exclaimed at his intrusion and gasped, “Mr Malfoy, we are in the middle of class!”

He paid her no mind as he locked eyes with Y/N. He walked to her desk which was in the middle of class, sharing it with Longbottom. He ignored the way the boy looked at him in disgust. He stood in front of her and her eyes were wide. He said, “What happened?”

“What are you doing here? There are people watching-” she started, eyes shifting around anxiously as people looked at them curiously. He lifted both his hands to cup her cheeks in order to get her to focus on him and only him. “I don’t care, where’s your stuff? It wasn’t in my room-”

“This really isn’t the best time for this-” she says, her chest beating irregularly, already hearing people starting to whisper. She hoped that Professor Sprout would interfere, but knowing that her Professor was a major gossip, that was less than likely. He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face and he whispered, “What happened?”

“Can we do this somewhere else?” she asks, bringing her fingers to clasp around his wrists, bringing his hands down from her face. He pauses for a second, looking at their surroundings, noticing the same, shocked expression on everyone’s faces. He nods his head, and takes her hand.

He moves them past the students and towards Professor Sprout. He puts on his best charming smile that always worked with Professor Sprout back when he took Herbology in his early years in Hogwarts. He asked, “Would you mind if I borrowed her for a moment, Professor?”

“Not at all!” Professor Sprout says, much more excited than she should be. Y/N shot her Professor a confused look that she didn’t notice while Draco dragged her out of the greenhouse. She felt heat rise up from her neck to her cheeks and ears, nervously.

He takes them to their tree that’s beside the black lake. The Hogwarts grounds were void of any students, everyone was in their classes. He brings her in front of him, and holds both her hands in his own. He rubs his thumb over her hand and asks, “What happened?”

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.” she says in a small voice, but he heard it very well. His body turns to stone and he takes a step close to her. She’s avoiding his gaze. His voice shakes, “W-why? Did someone make you do this?”

She doesn’t reply and he lifts his hand to grab her chin, hoping that looking into her eyes would bring some sense in this situation. He rambles, “What it Weasley? Granger? Was it your brother? They don’t have the right, you can tell them-”

“It was my decision, they had nothing to do with this!” She shouts, interrupting him. She takes a step back and she watches his face confort into confusion. She avoids his gaze as she watches the lake. He sighs, “But why?”

“You lied to me,”She said after a while. She turned to look at him then she added, "Harry was right, you are a death eater.”

His eyes turn wide and his shoulders fall and he looks down at the ground. He lifts his head up to look at her and she notices his glossy eyes. Her eyes sting, but she tries to keep her tears at bay. He stutters, “H-how?”

“Who do you think hid your mark every morning?” she says, and he purses his lips. He takes a deep breath in understanding. His assumptions were right after all. She takes a step away from him and he follows her, quickly, keeping the space between them minimal. He rushes, “It’s not what you think-”

“Was any of this real? Or were you just using me for Voldemort?” she says as a few tears fall from her eyes. She wipes them away quickly, feeling pathetic. She can’t even regulate her emotions when she’s the one breaking up with him. He shudders at the mention of his name and he said, “I wanted you before he got involved-”

“So he was involved…I can’t believe Harry was right.” she said incredulously. Draco was using her for information. Every decision Draco made, Voldemort was behind it. It all made so much sense now, the way he suddenly gave her all that attention after so many years of hatred.

She turns in the opposite direction, ready to end this conversation. He grabs her wrist to stop her and cries, “No, no, don’t walk away. Listen to me. I want you, I never wanted this to happen. I had no choice-”

“I don’t believe you. I can’t trust you anymore. You keep hurting me over and over-” she cries and a sob interupts her. She looks at Draco who’s grabbing her face to make her look at him. Her chest constricts, and she shuts her eyes tightly. He pleads, “Please, Please, don’t hate me. Stay with me, please.”

“Please… please.” He begs over and over again, but she can’t feel anything other than the ache in her heart and the tears staining her cheeks.

“I love you, I’m sorry.” He repeats the phrase over and over again, until it’s the only thing that she hears. He cups her face and she wants to move away, but it’s him, and her body couldn’t possibly move away from him.

“I didn’t have a choice, he was going to kill my mom.” He explains, and his tears start to stream over his cheeks, uncontrollably. He pulls her to his chest and her arms don’t wrap around him. “I never wanted this, and I never wanted to lie to you.”

“He was going to kill you too.” He rushes to say, hoping to change her mind. She shakes her head as she sobs harder. Her voice is hoarse when she chokes out,“I can’t-”

“No-” He cries and his head starts spinning. She sniffs, but her tears keep falling. She takes a half-hearted step away from him again and she says, “I won’t ever be able to trust you again. How do I know that you’re not lying to me?”

He brings her hand to his chest, above his heart. She could feel it beat against her finger tips. He held her hand tightly against his chest, and said as if he was swearing it, “Because I love you. I love you so much-”

“We were foolish to think this would work out.” She sobs, but he starts shaking his head. He holds her hand tighter, afraid that if his grip loosened, she would leave. His tight grip was sure to leave bruises, but the slight sting didn't match the ache in her chest. He tries to persuade her, “No, I love you and you love me-”

“It won’t work like that-” she starts and he falls to his knees, desperate. He wraps his arms around her legs, hoping to get her to stay. The action makes her sob harder, and instinctively, she brings her fingers through his soft hair. He rests his head on his thigh, and sighs, “Please.”

“I need you, I need you so much.” he says, lifting his hands to her waist. He grasps her sides, and he sobs harder. His grip leaves marks on her skin that he hopes will never leave, so she’ll never forget him. She places her hands on his and tries to pry them off, but her efforts are useless against him. He feels the opposing force and he cries harder, “I can’t live without you, I can’t breathe without you, I can’t sleep without you. I need you, please don’t leave me.”

She raises a hand to her mouth, hoping to conceal the sobs leaving her mouth. She wipes her tears with her sleeves. She sinks to her knees as his grip falls from her waist and he holds on to her hips instead. She reaches out to touch his face and wipe his tears, “We’re on opposite sides of the war-”

“We’ll get through it, I know we can.” he says, but she smiles at him bitterly with glassy eyes. She presses his lips against each other and she says, “This is for the best. We’ve had a wonderful year together, it’s time that this is over.”

Draco doesn’t interrupt her, settling for pressing his hands over his face as he cries harder. She continues speaking, “Everything can go back to how it was, it’ll be so much easier, and you’ll find someone else-”

“I don’t give a fuck about easy, and I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I’ll never want anyone else, but you. I want to spend my whole life with you-” he shouts, and her tears start falling down again. His voice softens and he brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, “Don’t do this to me, don’t do this to us-”

She stands up quickly, and he shoots up after her, startled by the action. He goes to touch her, but she takes a step back. She cries, “Stop! Don’t make this any harder.”

His body goes rigid and he watches her, wipe away her tears and sniffle. She looks at the black lake again, and he could feel all hope slip away from his body. As a last attempt he whispers, “I love you.”

“I’m sorry.” she says, and she walks away. He watched her walk away from him and his chest heaves. He sinks to the floor, and rests his back against the wood of their tree. He looks at the lake, and he brings his knees to his chest. He stares in front of him, eyes dry. He’s wasted all his tears and now he feels empty as he sits for hours.

Theo comes up to him when the sun sets, and brings him to his room. He couldn’t sleep in his bed, not when she’s not there with him. He goes to the room of requirement and sleeps there, surrounded by several other meaningless objects. He wondered if anyone would miss him if he was gone. His gaze shifts to the cabinet and he flinches at the sight of it, at the thought that his mother would die, if he failed to fix it. He couldn’t do that to her.

He stares at the ceiling wondering if it would all be worth it in the end. That if the war ended, she would take him back, if she would still love him after all. If she wouldn’t fall for someone else, he knew it was easy to fall for her, he hopes that no one does though. That night, he dreams of her.

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ciggarettesoutthewindow · 6 months

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Hoodie//Human Jake Sully x fem! reader

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summary: Jake comes back home after a rough day to your shared apartment to find you rocking out in his very well-loved hoodie

warnings: nothing but fluff, established relationship, Jake being a tease

*crds to simkaswritings for this idea!!*

based off this song 🤭🤭

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Jake sighed, wheeling his way down the alley to his apartment, he had a rough day and he just wanted to cuddle with his partner and unwind

He wheeled his way up to the welcome mat picked by you, he wasn’t the biggest fan of it as it was colorful and floral, but he tolerated it cause it gave a sense of life to his bare and dull flat

As he took the keys out of his backpack, he heard muffled music resonate from inside the flat

His brows knitted together as he listened more, he heard the sound of you singing and laughing

His heart swelled as he huffed an amused laugh

He fished for the key and quietly made his way into the apartment, making sure not to ruin the moment of seeing you let loose once in a while

You were always such a hard worker, barely taking breaks, and he’s so glad he finally got to see you having fun

He wheeled further into the apartment, setting the keys into the basket by the door, and setting his backpack down

He began following the sound of the music and quietly rolled into the doorway, parking himself as he watched you dance and sing

You had one leg propped on the coffee table, broom in hand as you used it as a mic

You twirled around, the hoodie of Jakes you were wearing went down to your thighs

He propped his head on his hand as he grinned, you looked so alive in his hoodie, his favorite hoodie that had been through so much

The sleeves were frayed, small little holes, small stains, and cigarette burns littered the dark grey hoodie, the strings barely holding on for dear life, and the zipper was broken in the front, in dire need of a replacement

“I’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings”

“It makes me think about you so I wear it when I sleep”

“I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns”

“Still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts”

“Still rocking your…”

You continued to dance until you turned and saw Jake looking at you lovingly

You stopped, frozen as your face heated up in a dark shade of red

You hurriedly turned the song off, straightening yourself up

“How much of that did you see..?”, you mumbled, your lips quirking up into a nervous smile

Jake chuckled, “Enough to see my girl dancing around in my hoodie.”, he cracked

“Which- by the way- you looking smoking hot in…maybe I should see you in it more often baby girl, huh? What do you think?”, he smirked, a smug look on his face, as he leaned back into his wheelchair

You groaned, hiding your face in the hood, pulling the strings so he couldn’t see how red your face was and you biting your lip to keep from smiling

He grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap. You squealed, laughing as he tickled you

“Jake!…ha ha ha ha!! I can’t!-“, you wheezed

“You can’t what? Hmm?”, tickling you even more, causing you to throw your head back, squirming in his grip

“I can’t- I can’t breathe!!”, you cried, out of breath from laughing

Jake laughed, pulling the hood from your face, moving your hair out of your face

You stopped laughing, taking some deep breaths

You looked at him, a large grin on your face, your eyes crinkled at the corners

He huffed, shaking his head

Your cheeks were red from laughing, giving you a rosy look which caused butterflies in Jake’s stomach

“You’re so gorgeous sweetheart…”, he said softly, flashing a toothy grin

He pulled you closer to him, sighing as he caressed your cheek

“How did someone like me end up with someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you..?”, he whispered

He wished that you would find someone who was able to take care of you better than he could, but you stayed, damn persistent about it too

“It was the hoodie”, you recalled, reminiscing as you played with the hem of the hoodie, “Remember? It was on Christmas at the park and I was cold and you noticed, loaned me your hoodie 'cause I forgot mine at home?”

Jake grabbed your hand, squeezing it, “Mhm…and then you spilt coffee on it cause some jackass bumped into you and you started freaking out even though I told you it was fine?”, he snorted

You scoffed, the corners of your mouth quirking up as you glanced down at that coffee stain.

No matter how many times Jake washed the damn hoodie that stain wouldn't come out

“Even offered to get it dry cleaned too! But nooooooooooooo…..”, gesturing your hands in a surrendering position

You looked back up at Jake whose eyes were boring into you, combing every inch of your face, taking in all the parts he cherished

He suddenly pulled you in and kissed you, holding the back of your head, caressing the small of your back

You reached your hands up, running your fingers through his hair, pulling a soft groan from him

A smiled danced at your lips, you broke from the kiss, placing a quick one on the tip of his nose

The look of pure love and loyalty that radiated from his eyes was enough to make a grown man weep, you were completely and utterly his muse

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his

“But even after all these years…I’m still rocking your hoodie”

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IM ACTUALLY ABOUT TO START CRYING YALL I LOVED THIS IDEA SM💀😭

#i love him your honor #human jake sully #james cameron avatar #jake sully #x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #jake sully x reader #human jake sully x reader

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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hello welcome to pt. 2 of I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough) that i like didnt konw when to post but now feels like a good time anyway it is a happy ending bc. i like happy endings

Paper Hearts

Kaeya x AFAB!Reader || Angst/Comf, Smut || 2 690 words

-> His mind was forever caught on "I love you"

The shards of your heart have always rested in Kaeya’s palms, knowing that even broken apart like this they’ll find solace simply in being near him. You wonder what’ll happen to you, if one day this ache will finally leave, if one day you can think back to him without sobbing so hard your head is pounding.

Your knuckles are white, hands clasped tightly against each other as you wait. Each agonising moment deepens the indentations in your palm and you pray more than anything that you can get this done and over with. You can’t even afford to let your mind wander, constantly drifting back to the way his body feels against you, the way he kisses you –

The way you ruined everything by telling him you love him.

The image of it will never leave your head, biting down on your lip so hard you think you’ll break skin soon. Everything comes flooding back as though he just got off of you, the way he looked at you, the weight in the air from your voice.

He never texted you again after that.

You remember spiraling, checking his social media constantly to see if you could find who his new partner was. Every photo he posted you scrutinised, working yourself feverishly as you compared each person to you. She was so much thinner than you, he had the prettiest eyes, everyone he spent time with was so much better for him, nothing like you.

You had no idea Kaeya was standing behind you, watching as you picked nervously at the grass on the ground. He was working up the nerve to walk over, knowing that he’s responsible for all of this. He ignored you for months on end, texted you today to get your hopes up but he’d be lying if his own weren’t resting up in the heavens.

The smallest smile rests on his lips, remembering each and every of your little quirks so well. He knew that soon enough, you’d be lying on the ground, staring up at the sky to try and bring yourself down. Your beautiful eyes would forget him for a minute, the pain that he’s putting you through and he takes a deep breath, finally walking over to you.

The sound of his footsteps brings you to attention, quickly turning to face the direction he came from. As soon as you see him you can’t help the smile on your face, bringing your hands up to cover it to avoid coming off as too desperate. You know this Kaeya, the one who’s cold and calculated, waiting for you to mess up to mark it to some secret ledger in his head. This one won’t snort at your jokes, mortified at the sound he made or whine because you ate the last piece of candy as he tries to kiss it out of you.

No, this is the one that left you.

For a second it seems like he’s heart at your reflex, shaking it off as he sits next to you without saying anything. His proximity sets your heart ablaze, aching to love him again. Your heart that was almost healed falls apart again, feeling the pain as raw as it was the day he told you he didn’t love you anymore.

Anymore.

Did he ever?

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” he says, making you scoff.

“I guess I’m doing well then.”

You can tell he’s pulling back, cursing yourself for saying something so impulsively again. That’s what landed you into this situation in the first place.

“Are you trying to ask me to start up our agreement again?” you try instead, holding back your tears.

He stays silent, and you decide you’re fed up.

“I can’t just stay at your beck and call Kaeya! You can’t keep doing shit like this to me!”

The anger you’ve been holding back finally courses through your veins, unaware of how much he was struggling to hold himself back right now. He wanted this for so long, for your love for him to turn into righteous fury so he could leave without hurting you but now that it’s happening it only reminds him that you’re still holding his heart and there’s nothing he can do to stop you from keeping it.

“I waited for you day and night just for you to come over and leave me when we’re done! Now you text me saying you want to talk and you just sit here in silence? Tell me I “look well”? You can’t seriously be that dumb, can you?!”

You’re not fully yelling at him but he can feel the bite in your words, wanting to curl in on himself or throw himself at your mercy to beg for your forgiveness.

“If you’re just going to sit here and make me do this for you I’m done. I’m not breaking up with myself for you this time. I’ll lose your number and that’s that. I’ll be rid of you. Do you want that? Do you?!”

At that his eye widens, grabbing your wrist without thinking and pulling you onto his lap. You try your best to fight it, pushing against his chest but he holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck as you try to curse him out pathetically. Your anger turns back to sadness, nails digging into his chest. You can feel his own nails digging into your back and feel the stuttering of his chest.

“Please,” he barely manages to beg, voice raw and cracked.

“Please don’t.”

That’s as far as he gets before you feel his breath skipping, tears falling onto your shoulder as he cries.

You’re taken aback, expecting to become the sobbing mess but your instincts kick in, combing your fingers through his hair as you try to calm him down. It doesn’t seem to be working and you can barely understand what he’s trying to say but he refuses to let you go.

“Kaeya, you need to breathe,” you try to tell him, not expecting him to shake his head to just cry harder.

You keep calling his name, worried he’ll soak his eyepatch through to the point of discomfort so you untie it for him, finally able to push his face back to wipe away his tears. They seem never ending, mismatched eyes staring up at you glossily as they dart around your face desperately.

“Don’t leave me, I’m sorry for everything I did to you.”

“Kaeya I-”

“Listen to me, please.”

He sounds so broken, bringing his hand up to brush a tear away from your face as you start crying yourself.

“I was so afraid of you. I was afraid of how much you loved me, how much I love you. You made me feel safe for once and I didn’t want to lose that so I broke up with you. I ruined the only good thing that’s ever happened to me because I was scared and I’ve spent every minute wishing I could just get over myself so I could have you back,” he says, cupping your face reverentially in his hands.

“I’ve never loved someone like you and I never will. You don’t have to take me back – I don’t even expect you to. I was awful to you, breaking up with you and texting you just to have sex because I thought it would hurt less if I could see you like that but every time I just missed you more and more. It was getting so hard to leave and then you said you love me I just –”

His voice cracks again, thumb running over your cheek as though it would be the last time he would ever see you.

“I love you too. I love you so much that I could die. I would die, if it meant you would love me again and to hear that you did destroyed me. I was so self centered I didn’t even think about how much I was hurting you and I thought ignoring you would give you the chance to move on but I’m so greedy I didn’t even want to give you that chance. I just want you so bad I don’t know what to do. Please, you always know what to say to make me feel better. How do I fix this? Please, just tell me what I have to do, I'll do it,” he pleads, pulling you into a desperate kiss.

If his words weren’t clear enough for you this kiss sure was, mixed with salt from both your tears and a frailty that you would never associate with him. His lips slide over yours in a way that’s both hesitant and practised, giving you the chance to pull away but you refuse, pressing into him more. The slight moan that slips past his lips makes you whine, letting him take control as he kisses you harder.

“You’re always so mean to me, you know that?” you say when he finally lets you breathe, panting against him as he peppers more kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“I always tell you that. You need to stop bullying me before you say something you’ll regret.”

He can hear the shake in your voice and nods, putting his hands on your waist.

“If I didn’t tell you now I’d regret it so much. This can mean nothing if you want it to, but just know that I’ll always love you, no matter what,” he replies softly, biting back his noise of surprise when you press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.”

“Kaeya!” you moan, struggling to stay conscious as he continues to ram into the spot that makes you see stars.

You wish that he’d let you hide your face, hands struggling against his interlocked fingers that he’s insisted need to stay pinned by your head. Your whole body is flush under his attention, unsure how many times you’ve cum at this point. The space where your bodies meet is drenched in your arousal and you know your throat is hoarse but this time not from tears.

“What is it love? Doesn’t it feel good?” he purrs into your ear, falling back into his affectionate habits as he grunts from the way you clench over him at the pet name.

“You feel good,” you whine, knees locking up against his waist as he makes you cum again. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, arching into his chest as he hungrily takes it all in.

Somehow, he’d managed to convince you to take him back and now was showing you his gratitude. You have no idea how many hours it’s been and for all you know it could have been days of him using his mouth all over your body before slipping into your soaking cunt. The familiar heat made him cum almost instantly, grinding into your body before he filled you up just to go all over again.

Kaeya’s chest feels so warm, brimming with nothing but affection for you as he shudders from your orgasm. It’s still not enough for him, wanting to make up for all the hurt he’s caused you. He won’t be satisfied until you’re nearly passed out under him, nothing but his name on your lips to remind him that this is real.

That he’s yours again.

The thought makes him cum, hungrily kissing you to press his moans into your mouth. His cockhead is practically stinging with oversensitivity by how many loads he’s fucked into you at this point and it makes his legs jittery but he refuses to let it stop him, continuing as though he hasn’t just had the strongest orgasm he’s had in months.

“I love you, I love you,” he groans as a mantra against your lips while his hips pick up more speed, hands tightening their hold on you.

You try to return his sentiment, words stolen as you devolve into moans when he releases one of your hands to travel between your bodies. His fingers circle your clit tightly which makes you gasp in his ear as he gets even rougher. He knows your body better than he knows his own, eyes screwing shut in pleasure when he feels your nails drag angry lines down his back.

“It’s too much - you’re -”

That’s a sound he missed. Your gasps, your pleas, the way he can force your mind to go blank whenever you cum thanks to him as he sits back up, taking in the image of you underneath him.

He’s covered your chest and neck in hickies and bites. The ones he left on your thighs have already begun to fade but he doesn’t mind. He’s going to keep you close to him, continue to spoil you in attention because you’re the only person he’ll ever love like this. His affection and lust swirl as a result of the potent drug that is you, a pathetic whine slipping past his lips from the way your eyes roll back into your head when he presses your thighs into your chest by the backs of your knees. This way he can feel himself sinking further into you, the mattress still bouncing up onto his creamed cock. He can see the ring of white on the base of his balls slamming into your wrecked pussy that’s brightly flushed from all of his attention.

“You’ve done so well for me this whole time,” he coos sweetly, still keeping up his pace as you shake your head.

“C’mon, just one more for me. Can’t you manage that? Make me cum again, please? Just for me? I love you after all.”

He won’t stop saying it. He can’t stop. He has to remind you how much he loves you, that he will always love you, no matter what.

“I love you too,” you finally manage, hands grabbing blindly at his arms as you squirt all over him for the nth time.

“Fuck you’ve always been so good,” he pants, your words pushing him over the edge.

He drops your knees, bringing his hands to your hips as he moves them for you. In your fucked out state you can only whimper at the feeling of him using you, choked gasps leaving your throat. His cum fills you up and his arms wrap around your body, pulling you so close to him not even your sweat has room to move.

He starts to catch his breath, panting in your ear with low groans every once in a while as he comes down from his high. It makes you shudder, collapsing back down onto the bed with him as he holds you to his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles against your hair and twining your legs together.

“I didn’t try to kick you out,” you tease, gently running your fingers down the path your nails took.

“I’m trying not to kick myself out,” Kaeya pouts, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Kaeya Alberich I swear to God - if you leave me again after everything you said and did to me I really won’t forgive you this time.”

He laughs a little, the sound so familiar it makes your heart ache. You feel his hands cup your face, tilting you to face him so he can press a kiss to your lips.

“I’m never leaving you, not again, okay? So just take your time to forgive me and I’ll figure out what else I need to do to make sure you know that.”

You smile softly at him, resting your head on his arm as he wraps it around your shoulder.

“I’ll hold you to that. Get ready for some groveling,” you smile, unable to take your eyes off him.

“I’m prepared to do anything.”

You know that he means it, the earnest glint in his eyes and the way he keeps muttering your name in his sleep confirming it for you. Even in his sleep, he’s thinking about nothing but you, the sound of his breathing next to you lulling you into a restful slumber.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #kaeya fluff

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danses-with-dogmeat · 10 months

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P is for -- Preston Garvey

🥺 Just... sweet, lovely Preston. I'm so so glad he won. I often say that the winners deserved it, but Preston DESERVED it, you know? I love him, I love y'all for voting for him, I hope you sincerely enjoy this ❤️

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

Pair: Preston Garvey x g/n! Sole

Dialogue: “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Word: Prolong

Rating: SFW

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 800

“Psst.” Preston knocked softly at Sole’s bedroom door. "Uh, you're in there, right, babe?"

His heart was in his throat, after all that had happened, all that they’d told him when they returned from the Institute. Preston just remembered being beyond grateful that they’d come back to him at all, that they were alive and safe, and he’d told them just as much.

But they... they hadn’t agreed with him, and damn, but that killed him.

“Sole?” Preston tried again, his voice still weak from disuse.

All the patrols over the past two days, that’s… all he’d done. Even Sturges hadn’t heard his voice. No meetings, no missions, no small talk with settlers, barely any contact with anyone at all. No… All Preston had room for right now was the worry in his heart for his partner. His general, his love, god, his life now… and they were hurting, beyond anything they’d ever shown on the surface before, and instead of craving his help, falling into his arms or crying on his shoulder, they’d just… shut him out.

Was that… normal? Was it okay? Should he press them in order to help, or give them space and let them come to him?

Preston had always, always come to Sole in his times of uncertainty, of desperation and depression, seeking words and touches of comfort, their advice, their warmth.

If Sole didn’t do the same, well… What was he supposed to make of that? Was he doing something wrong, or was it just the way that his partner chose to cope with their own hardships and emotions? On their own… it was hard for the minuteman to stomach it.

“Come in.”

The monotone words jarred Preston back to reality, and he damn near charged into the room at the sound of their permission being granted to him.

“Hey, Sole.” His voice was softer, higher-pitched than usual, like if he spoke any other way it would just break them into pieces. “I… just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Preston closed the door behind him, and approached slowly, then kneeled beside his partner where they were seated on their bed.

Sole looked… well enough, he supposed. Perhaps a bit disheveled, with the dark circles under their eyes and their hair unusually gnarled, but Preston tried to bar himself from becoming too outwardly worried about them. Still though, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach… Or what to say.

Tell me how to help you, love, and I'll do it.

“Okay?” Sole croaked, and already, he felt ashamed at his wording.

Of course they’re not okay, not after everything they’ve been through. How could I have--? Ugh…

Preston grimaced at their reaction.

They must be better at this than I am.

No wonder they preferred being alone to this.

“Not really."

He was relieved when they continued, until what they'd actually said hit him.

"But… I think I’ll make it...”

Preston felt a painful pang ring throughout his chest at their words. Though they held hope to them, Sole's voice didn't quite reflect it.

“Look, Preston…”

He held his breath, hearing his own heart pounding in his ears as they trailed off forebodingly.

“I’m sorry.” Sole said with a deep exhale. “I know I’ve been shutting you out, and maybe… I know it’s not fair to you, that you want to help, but… I just don’t know if that’s even possible.”

Another agonizing ache squeezed at his heart, and Preston tentatively rose to sit upon the bed next to his partner. Sole made no move to stop him, and so he set his hand over theirs on the mattress, his warmth passing into their own cold hand through his caress.

“Well, with your permission, sir/ma'am, I’d like to try.”

Sole’s vibrant eyes, now seeming more monochrome, more dull than he’d ever remembered seeing them before, set upon him as their brows raised in question.

“Even if it’s impossible, like you said... you’re worth trying. More than worth it, actually.” Preston tried to smile at them, but he was afraid his worry continued to show through. No matter what expression he tried though, he was certain that’d be the case.

“Thanks.” Sole whispered it so low, it could hardly be deemed a breath. But still, Preston heard it.

“C-can I… Can I hug you?” He asked, even as he unwittingly scooched closer to them on the bed.

“I think I’d like that.” Sole said, the barest, thinnest hint of a smile shining through their expression as they half-heartedly opened their arms to him.

It was incredible, Preston couldn’t help but think, the way their hugs healed him. The way Sole’s touches bled comfort straight into his body, their hand in his felt like a bond strong enough to hold the two halves of the world together, his head on their shoulder made it seem like he could withstand just about anything, like this world of theirs' was… manageable, even with all of its faults, its violence, its tragedy.

He wished the feeling could last him-- them both-- forever.

And Preston hoped that even half of what Sole's comfort did for him was shining through in this one tight embrace. If it did, then maybe, just maybe, it truly was possible for his partner to be okay again.

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout npc #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #preston garvey #preston #fo4 preston #preston x sole #sole survivor

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Episode Three things I loved:

Bill and Frank. Obviously.

Old gays in general. Two gay men who get to grow old together and die together happily (As happy as you can be in the apocalypse).

Secret basement below the basement.

Bill's bunker. It's awesome.

Bill being Autistic for his entire screen time. Tell me that man isn't neurodivergent. I love him.

The fact Bill and Frank died together and it was lovely and they were happy instead of Bill finding Frank hanging like in the game. I'm glad they got to go together peacefully.

The gay coding with their words. 'A man who knows which wine to put with rabbit' 'I know I don't seem like the type' 'No, you do.' He read that motherfucker. 'Who's the girl' 'There is no girl' 'I know'

The piano scene. The fucking song throughout the ep. And the end as Joel and Ellie drive away. The open window. The message within the lyrics.

The cute little town.

Them bickering and being a married couple.

The meme-ability of Bill. 'The government ARE Nazis!' And 'You WHAT?' I need them as meme templates thanks.

Honestly that whole scene 'They ARE' 'They are NOW but they weren't THEN'

Bill's fucking Illuminati stuff. The hilarity of him staying alive because of his conspiracy theories.

Bill being a fucking badass tbh. The minute FEDRA leaves, just breaking into everywherr. Seeing him set up that town, having a full blown plan, setting up traps and building a goddamn generator, relaxing as he lets his traps take care of infected, just enjoying his steak and laughing. Knowing he does that a lot 'Gets me everytime'. Man's was made for this. He slayed tbh. That whole scene was so satisfying.

I was scared Frank was gonna use Bill, and he did at first, but then seeing him genuinely begin to love and care for him. Refusing to let Bill die when he got shot even though Bill told him Joel could care of him, wanting to marry Bill on his last day.

Honestly Frank just being sassy and dragging Bill lmao. 'We need friends babe. Sweetheart please you just sit in the basement all the time. You need a social life other than me, and for my own sanity, I need one too. So I've made a friend over the radio and you can't do anything about it. Now get me my paint'.

Tess being an AllyTM. Her and Frank being besties whilst their paranoid husbands scowl at each other.

Joel unable to say the word 'partner' for Bill and Frank lmao. You just adopted a lesbian. Honey, you've got a big storm coming.

I was hoping Ellie would get to meet Bill and he would tell her about Frank (Before going into the ep, based on the game) so she would have a nice little internal 'I'm not the only gay in the world thank god' moment. But I didn't mind since the whole episode was amazing.

The strawberry scene.

Bill apologising for getting older quicker but then it's Frank that needs the help later. My heart.

Frank and his paintings and beautiques.

Frank knowing Bill poured the pills into the wine bottle so he'd die too.

The marriage scene. Them exchanging rings. Having the same last meal and wine they had for their first meal together. Sitting next to each rather than across the table. A shot of the hole that Frank fell into, where they met. Sobbing. I love them.

They are the definition of 'In sickness and in health, till death do us part' and it hurt but it was some beautifully.

Knowing any Homophobic Gamer BoysTM were ripping their hair out at this episode.

It ripped my heart out but the fucking skeletons. The baby blanket and transition to seeing that baby and the mother. Knowing what happens. Hearing a mother comfort her kids and seeing a old lady and a whole community of families and knowing what happens to them.

All the fuck the government stuff. It feels like all the fucked up shit they did is so realistic and would happen.

The letter for Joel. 'Keep Tess safe'. And the symbolism of knowing there's at least one person (Ellie) worth saving. Worth living for. My heart.

Also, though. 'Hehehehe'

Ellie reading 'hehehehe'

The casualness of human bodies in the apocalypse. Periods actually referenced in an apocalypse show! Joel tossing Ellie some deodorant! Him being prepared to take care of a teenage daughger again! Ellie telling him he needs to shower (Also their banter). Ellie stocking her bag with toilet paper.

Joel making a small gravestone for Tess out of rocks from the river. That hurt.

Dad Joel coming out more and more each episode.

The forest scene. Joel giving his jacket to Ellie to sleep in so she wouldn't be cold. Him making sure she eats even if he doesn't.

Ellie roasting Joel. Joel roasting Ellie. 'Shit at shooting or life in general' Joel's continous 'offended but mostly confused I just got dragged by a 14 year old' face.

The arcade machine.

The repeat of the 'Anything bad?' 'Just you' joke.

Ellie being lowkey a psychopath again? The basement scene and her seeming to enjoy killing the infected dude.

Ellie being upset he stashes the massive gun. Because same.

The plane scene. Ellie's excitement all episode. Every question she asks. That's my Ellie.

Joel's dark humour. 'So did they'.

History Lesson With Joel.

Flour Zombies Confirmed. It's no longer Plants Vs Zombies, it's Plant Zombies.

The way he said the date of the outbreak, the subtle pain, and you can tell it's engraved because of that reason, as well as Sarah's death, and his birthday. I can't wait until Ellie finds out it was his birthday. And/Or about Sarah.

Contractor (?) Joel dragging Bill about his fences and using his KnowledgeTM to bait him into trading. Him being right.

Ellie's first time in a car. 'It's a spaceship'

'Women's shirts'. Joel really is thinking of her and it's nice to see he's used to taking care of a teenage girl and how he goes back into that role with ease. Him getting used to that again, even if begrudgingly at first.

Everytime Joel tells Ellie off. Dad Mode Joel Activated.

The fucking seat belt scene. Joel telling her to put her seatbelt on. The parallel of him saying that to Ellie like he did with Sarah. Him leaning over her and Ellie being completely comfortable with him doing so. Her not knowing what a seatbelt is.

Joel trying to get Ellie not to play music but then not letting her turn it off when he realises it's a song/artist he likes.

Joel warming up in the final shot when he likes the music. Ellie hating it. It's giving Dad Who Listens To Smooth Radio Whilst You Die Inside. I know because I've been there.

No school scene. Not introducing the bloater so soon. I'm glad we're building to that. Makes it seem much more impactful.

Basically the entire episode.

All I 'didn't like' (/Joking) was that they didn't hide literally everything in that house in the secret basement below the basement so raiders won't find anything when they come, so it'd still be there if they ever need to go back there. But that's just because I wouldn't be able to deal with it if that were me. I'd be making sure no one finds that shit. It's mine, and I'd go back for it when possible. Maybe. At some point. Hopefully. Or live there myself if I wasn't in Joel and Ellie's situation. I also wanna see Joel swinging upside-down from a chain at some point.

Joking aside, this episode is great. The show continues to not only meet my expectations, but exceed them. I can't take the fact that there's only nine episodes this season because I don't want it to end and I hope season two isn't about the second game, but for the show's later seasons to be about the years and adventures Joel and Ellie have together after the events of the first game, if season one meets the end of the first game. Because I love them and need more of this.

I'm so excited to see where this show goes. It has the perfect balance of sticking to the source material yet also doing new stuff that also surprises people who have played the game. I adore it.

#The Last Of Us #The Last Of Us Spoilers #TLOU #TLOU Spoilers #Joel Miller #Ellie Williams #Ellie Miller #Blil and Frank #Tess #Pedro Pascal #Bella Ramsey #Nick Offerman #Murray Bartlett #Anna Trov #I think this took an hour lmao #Worth it tho

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